by Ana Fawkes
“Why? Are you the one who has been calling twenty times a day?”
“Yes! I am. I need to speak with him, before anything happens.”
“Before what happens?”
“Sweetheart,” the man on the phone said, “if you’re smart, you’ll run while you can. Jonathan Black is a dangerous man…”
I looked to my left, at the bloody body of Oliver Rush. His eyes were still open, vacant and long gone. His arms at his sides, the but end of the knife sticking from his chest.
Dangerous?
“How do you know he’s dangerous?” I asked.
The man laughed. “Because I’m…”
-10-
I sat on the edge of the bed, much like Oliver Rush had done when I walked into the room. So many thoughts and questions moved through my mind, things I’d never ask and I’d never find. I felt cold and alone only until Jonathan Black came out of the bathroom.
The cell phone and black gloves were nowhere to be found.
I didn’t ask.
I didn’t want to know.
I wanted to be held by Jonathan Black.
He came to me and put his hands to my shoulders and lifted me.
He kissed me and gently placed his lips to my ear.
“Isabella Grace.”
I let out a soft sigh and my knees started to bend.
“Your phone rang,” I said.
Jonathan’s body stiffened. He pushed me away, holding me out at arm’s length.
“While you were in there, making your phone call. It rang.”
“What did you do?” he asked.
“I tried to silence it but I answered it. I didn’t want to make noise. You said…”
“What did you say?”
His voice sounded angry – dangerous.
“Nothing. I swear. Nothing. Not even my name. Nothing.”
“Do you know who it was?”
I kept my eyes on Jonathan Black’s eyes. If I hadn’t, I would have looked at the dead body in the room.
I nodded.
I knew who it was, the man had told me.
Jonathan took a deep breath and shook his head.
“Tell me then,” he said. “Tell me who was on the phone for me.”
“He wants to see you,” I said. “Help you… with this… he knew… he…”
“Tell me!” Jonathan yelled.
His hands were tight on my arms. I could tell he wanted to shake me, have me. Given other circumstances, I would have welcomed it. I needed Jonathan’s touch right now to soothe me.
I collected myself and looked at Oliver Rush’s body. It would be the last time I’d ever see his body. That was fine with me.
I stared back into Jonathan Black’s eyes.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“Jonathan… he said he wants to help…”
“Who wants to help?” Jonathan asked.
I finally said it. “Your father.”
Don’t miss what happens next in BY HIS COMMAND #4: His Passion
Jonathan Black is now a murderer but Isabella Grace wonders if it’s the first time he’s murdered someone. She should be scared. She should try to run. She should seek help.
But she doesn’t.
Seeing Jonathan Black kill has only turned her on more. She’s addicted to the sexy billionaire in ways she never thought possible.
And now Jonathan Black needs to step into his own past to move forward, and for the first time in their wild relationship, Isabella feels that Jonathan needs her.
As feelings grow and feelings change, there’s something lurking, watching, something everywhere. Something that possesses a secret that not even Jonathan Black himself could have predicted.
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First electronic edition October 2012
Copyright © 2012 by Ana W. Fawkes
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