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Clive rushed into the foyer. I was pacing, glaring at the broken table with my hands fisted into my hair. “Clean this up,” I shouted and stormed back to my office.
Launching the console table across the foyer had done nothing to calm the blazing inferno of my rage. I snatched up my phone and dialled my second’s number.
“What’s up, boss.” He answered my call after two rings, like the good little bitch that he was.
“Mallory’s missing,” I barked.
“Okay, what do you need me to do?” he asked.
“FIND HER!” I roared, then threw my phone across the room. It collided with the door and fell to the floor in shattered pieces.
Fuck.
She didn’t get to do this. She was mine. She did not get to walk away from me. It was fine, it was fine. There was nowhere she could hide. She would be found and brought back to me. I’d make sure that anyone who stood between us met a brutal end. I didn’t care who they were. No one’s life mattered except for mine and hers.
I love her, and she will love me.
“Clive!” I yelled, and my head of household staff quickly appeared in the doorway.
“Sir,” he said and glanced down at my broken phone on the floor. “I’ll get that sorted now,” he said and disappeared down the corridor. That was why I kept him around all these years. Clive had had a blatant crush on my dead wife, it was disrespectful, but I chose to ignore it. He was damn good at his job and finding someone to replace him was something I couldn’t be bothered with the hassle of.
I took a seat and opened my emails, finding nothing of any importance. Grey needed to hurry up and find her before I smashed everything in this room. I needed a distraction while I waited for everyone to do their fucking jobs. I pushed to my feet, kicking my chair away from me so that it slammed into the wall, and headed out of my office and up the stairs. Once I was in my room, I tore off my shirt and kicked off my shoes before tugging down my trousers and underwear. In the closet I found a pair of dark grey shorts and pulled them on along with a pair of trainers.
My jaw ticked as I stared at the other side of the closet. Her side. The rails were bare. I’d had them cleared of all of Selene’s clothes a couple of days ago in preparation for when I asked Mal to move in. A question I was planning on voicing to her last night, if she hadn’t gone and had a tantrum over something I’d done almost a year ago. Okay, what I had done wasn’t very nice, and I did feel bad. I liked Jason. He had been a good Brother, but he was an overprotective arsehole when it came to his sister. He couldn’t accept that she was capable of handling herself against the wrong man, or that the right man could protect her far better than he could, and he wasn’t ever going to back down.
So I did what I had to. I did it for her.
That’s what I’d told myself when I’d tied him up in my garage. I hadn’t wanted to do it. I had sent him away for Mal’s birthday, hopeful that she would be mad at him, that she might push him away for not being around on her special day. Then I would have been able to pounce. But no, he came home, and she hadn’t given a single shit about his absence. She was just so fucking happy to see him. They needed to be forced apart so that she could be with me, and the only way that it would happen was through death. So I did it. I hid him away, fired six fatal shots, just to be sure, then had Grey drop him into Wolf territory and leave him to be found by Shay. The Big Bad Wolf would presume one of his men had done it, and the blame would be passed to them.
Shay had eventually worked out that it had been a set-up, but by then it was too late, Mal had attacked Slash and they hadn’t retaliated. He had believed that his man was responsible for Jason’s death, so he had deserved it. His realisation came too late. But even if he had worked it out sooner, I would have never let him touch her.
“Sir,” Clive’s voice grabbed my attention and my gaze snapped from the empty rail to his face. “Cooper is on his way with a new phone, he will be here in twenty minutes.” He pulled his own phone from his pocket. “Grey called me, he has information.” He handed it over to me and closed the door, leaving me alone again.
I called Grey and tapped my foot impatiently as the seconds ticked past. Was he deliberately trying to piss me off today?
“I thought I told you to tell him to call me,” Grey snapped down the line and my fist clenched. He had no manners.
“He is calling you. Bastardo irrispettoso,” I snarled.
“Shit, sorry boss. I have a location, and some information that I think you’ll find very interesting.” He sounded so smug; it made me want to strangle him through the phone. Especially when he didn’t continue.
“Well, spit it out.”
My jaw was clenched tight as he spoke, but as he went on my face slowly split, frown replaced by a menacing grin. It was too fucking perfect. I devised a plan before Grey had finished, and I relaxed against the wall as I hung up and dialled another number. Setting the wheels in motion.