by Ana Fawkes
“Tell Black that I got what he wanted,” the man said. “And if you stay with him long enough, you’ll end up like the rest…”
He blew me a kiss and then was gone.
I held my breath, trying to listen to hear if he was going to find the gun and kill me. I exhaled when the door to the hotel room shut again.
“Jonathan,” I whispered, my heart in fear for myself, but aching for him.
I needed him to come save me and I needed to tell him who was in the room.
-11-
I could feel his body shaking. My head rested perfectly in the bend of his elbow, feeling comfortable against his muscle. His other arm wrapped tight around my body, his hand open and flat against my back.
“Isabella Grace…”
Jonathan had come back in a fit of rage. When he tore through the door, I felt my nerves tense, thinking the other man was back. He saw me on the floor and started to scream. He took the blindfold away and took the cuffs off, and just held me.
“He didn’t hurt me,” I whispered. “He took the money though…”
“Of course he did,” Jonathan growled. “Of course he did.”
“Jonathan… your meeting…”
“It was a joke. I was set up.”
“Set up?”
“It was already disbanded.”
“It was him,” I said. “He was here.”
“Who was here?”
I turned my head and looked into his eyes, his eyes of rage and hate. His eyes that looked like a crushed little boy, someone who had just been picked on by a bully.
“Your partner, the guy with the company. It was Oliver Rush who did this.”
As Jonathan’s nostrils flared, his grip tightened on me.
“Why didn’t you scream for help?”
“I thought it was you as first. But the blindfold moved and I saw him…”
“He touched you? Where?”
“He tried to touch between my legs. He touched my breasts, over my shirt. And he kissed me. But I kicked him, kicked the gun out of his hand…”
“The gun?”
I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. “He had a gun, but I stopped him.”
“Son of a bitch,” Jonathan said. “He took all the money from the company and now this. He set me up for this. He knew I’d be here, he knew…”
Jonathan lost his own words. A man that sexy and powerful left with no words filled me with fear. The wheels were turning in his mind and the mind of a man like Jonathan Black was not the mind of a normal man.
“What did he do?” I asked.
“He liquated everything, took all the cash, left me with the rest.”
“He took the money on the dresser too,” I said again, because to me, twenty thousand dollars is a lot of money.
Jonathan shook his head. “That’s nothing. He took two billion from me.”
I gasped.
Two billion dollars…
“And it’s not the money I care about,” Jonathan said. “It’s the principle. And now this, with you.”
“I’m fine,” I said.
Jonathan looked down at me. “I have to make this up to you. I cuffed you and blindfolded you for your trust… for you to show me your trust…”
“I trust you, with my life,” I said.
“How did he get in here?” Jonathan asked.
“He said to ask you… you’re the know it all…”
“A breach,” Jonathan said. “There’s a breach in my group then. Someone inside, being paid off. First, it’s Cresh in the cab, and now Rush, here. But he’s gone too far. We’re going to make this right, Isabella Grace.”
“How?”
“I’m going to take back what’s mine. Tell me what you want me to do to him. Tell me. This is your one chance to tell me something.”
I had nothing to say. The look in Jonathan’s eyes told me he was serious. He would do anything, if I just said it. Anything.
“Keep looking at me,” Jonathan said. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
“I need you,” I said.
It was the only thing that came to mind.
“Of course you do, I’m still in control, aren’t I?”
“Of course you are,” I said.
And it was true, Jonathan Black was in control, more than ever right now. I needed him to hold me, touch me, take away the memory of Oliver Rush touching me and tasting my mouth. I needed him to protect me… and I… I needed to know Jonathan. All of him. I needed to experience it all, no matter where the path took us.
“I know what I have to do,” Jonathan said. “I know how to make this right again.”
I swallowed and closed my eyes. I knew I could have kept my mouth shut and let him talk himself out of what he was going to say. But I didn’t. Having Jonathan hold me in his strong arms gave me a sense of confidence too. A controlled confidence.
I responded to him with a simple question, “How?”
He responded with a serious answer.
“I’m going to kill him.”
My heart jolted and my body shook for a second. Jonathan didn’t gently console me either. His hands were stiff and intent.
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
He was serious.
I opened my mouth to perhaps plead with him – I don’t know – but Jonathan put his mouth to mine. He washed away the horrible taste of Oliver Rush with a simple kiss of his own. As he kissed me, my body pressed against his and I wanted nothing more than to melt into him and just be with him. Every moment of every day.
He broke the kiss and repeated his words.
“I’m going to kill him.”
Then ran one of his fingers along my lips and his eyes were so focused on me, I had a hard time breathing. His stare was bold and erotic. And sexy.
“Oh, Isabella Grace,” he whispered, “I’m going to kill Oliver Rush… and you’re going to help me.”
Don’t miss what happens next in BY HIS COMMAND #3: His Desire
Isabella Grace wants nothing more than to be in the strong arms of Jonathan Black. She wants him to hold her forever. She wants to forget about almost being attacked and she wants to forget what Jonathan told her…
“I’m going to kill Oliver Rush… and you’re going to help me.”
She hopes that he was speaking out of anger, caught up in the moment. Isabella quickly learns that when Jonathan Black says something, he fully intends on making it happen.
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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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