Ruby’s POVI snapped the laptop shut and rubbed my temples. It had been two days since I'd escaped from Gabriel's custody, and I still hadn't recovered from it all.The last two weeks had been a whole nasty mess. First, Estelle showed up with news that my mother had died and that I had an older brother. Now, I had found out that my father hid a key inside the pendant he gave me when I was fourteen, right after my ex-husband kidnapped me.Funny enough, with just the name I was given, I haven't been able to find anything about my brother from the Internet. It was like he didn't want to be found.I exhaled sharply and shook my head. It almost felt like the season finale of a soap opera.Maybe my life really was a soap opera.Laughter and arguing voices echoed through the hallway. I frowned and craned my head toward HR’s office, but it was empty. Usually, It was Rosalie and her motley crew of friends from HR that made so much noise.I stood and walked to the door. The voices became louder
Ruby's POVTogether, we stepped into Dominic’s office and he closed the door behind us. His movements were quick and furtive. I wanted to catch his eyes and silently ask what this was about, but he didn’t look at me. His jaw was tight. What the hell was going on?“Sit down, both of you.” He ordered.Willow lowered herself into the chair closest to the door. Her hands gripped the edge of the seat. I hesitated before sitting beside her. Dominic walked to his desk and placed both palms on its surface, staring down at us.“What is this about?” I asked. "Did something happen? Did Rosalie...."He lifted a hand to silence me and I stopped talking. My fingers curled against my lap. I glanced at Willow; she was sweating and looking like she was being dragged to the gallows.“I do routine background checks on employees,” Dominic started. His voice was calm, but I knew him enough to know that he was tense. “Especially the newer ones.”I glanced at Willow again. She kept her head down, staring at
Ruby's POVI could not concentrate for the rest of the day. No matter how much I tried to focus on my work, my thoughts kept drifting back to Julia. The way she had looked at me. The way she had begged. The way I had turned my back on her.I didn’t pity her. She deserved everything she was currently facing, and even more. All I wished was that Gabriel was here to suffer with her.The office moved around me, but I barely registered any of it. I tapped my pen against my desk and stared at nothing.At some point, I heard the loud click of heels on the floor. When I looked up, Rosalie was strutting into the office and walking towards me. She leaned against my desk and gave me a coy look."Nice save for Miss Willow back there, Super Woman.""Piss off, Rosalie!" I replied. "I don't have time for your games.""Why was your little friend being dragged away by Dominic's men, though?" she asked in amusement. "Did she finally cross the wrong person?"I picked up a pen and pretended to review the
Ruby's POVDominic's men grabbed her arms and forced her to her knees in front of us, earning a startled yelp from her. She wasn't bruised or bloody, but she looked like someone who had not slept in days. Her dress was wrinkled and dirty and her hair was a tangled mess.Dominic crouched and lifted her chin with two fingers. "You have no idea how much I want to kill you right now." He muttered.Surprisingly, she did not flinch. Instead, a slow, eerie smile crept across her face. "There's nothing you could do to me that Gabriel hasn't done ten times over," she whispered. "I'm not afraid to die."I folded my arms. "Then why did you do it?" I asked. "Why did you pretend to be someone else just to get close to me? Why did you lie to me, to us?"She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, like she was pulling the words from deep inside."Because Gabriel made me," she admitted. "I never ever wanted to hurt you, Ruby. I just needed the key. That was all. I needed the key and the wealth that
Dominic's POVRuby wasn't speaking.She sat beside me in the car, sitting so still that she looked and felt like a stone statue. Her face was turned toward the window. This stuff silence was unlike her. Usually, she filled car rides with stories or offhand remarks, but now she just watched the streets pass by. The breeze lifted strands of her red hair, catching the light from the street lamps."Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.She blinked and turned her head slightly. "Oh, nothing much. I was just thinking about what happened back there. I was wondering if I made the right choice."I patted her thigh. "Whatever choice you made, I’m with you. One hundred percent."She exhaled and nodded. "Yeah, thanks."But the distance was still there. It sat between us like a third passenger. She was still thinking about many things, and I was not sure what to do to help ease it.So I tried to shake her out of it. "How about dinner? I know a good Italian food place downtown. They make really great
Ruby’s POV"You guys look far from ready!"I peered into my phone, where I was having a FaceTime with Ariana and Lilac. It was the night of the fundraising dinner.Ariana was in her room, fluffing her curls in front of her mirror. She has a black skincare mask on. Lilac was lying on the floor in her pajamas."Oh, we'll be ready soon." Lilac replied and rolled her eyes. "Not everybody takes two and a half hours to get ready like you do, Ruby.""And I'm the better for it." I snorted. "You guys had better not waste my time."“Ruby, you’re a lifesaver,” Ariana said, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. “Seriously. Without you, I’d never get in.”Lilac sat up and then stood to her feet with a groan. “Then you’d never see your dream guy again.”Ariana sighed and threw her head back. “Can you not lay into me like a kid?”I chuckled. “Wail all you want, but Lilac is right. If you don’t at least get his name tonight, we’re going to join hands and beat you up.”Ariana gasped and clutche
Ruby’s POVLilac, Ariana and I split. I could hear the conversation of different people as I walked past them, the clinking of glasses and the hum of a jazz band playing in the background. None of it mattered. All I could think about was what was coming next. I slipped into an empty table near the corner of the room, took out my phone and texted Estelle. ME: I’m here. Left corner, near the bar.ESTELLE: On my way.I exhaled sharply and leaned back. My fingers drummed against the table as I looked around for any sign of red hair. I grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and threw it back in one go. The burn did nothing to calm me. Then I saw her. Estelle approached my table wearing a white dress, her red hair pulled into a ballroom bun. She looked really elegant. I stood up and reached out for a handshake. She arched a brow, then pulled me into a hug instead. As she hugged me, she whispered into my ear. “Don’t ever try that with me again.” I let out a breathy
Gabriel’s POV"Well, that was a waste of a night."I took a drag from my cigarette and blew a puff. Smoke curled toward the ceiling. That was the only thing in this room that moved without fear. The taste of nicotine was no longer calming my nerves. Six of my men stood in front of me, beaten, battered and broken. One had a black eye that was so swollen he could barely see. Another one cradled his wrist, bent at an ugly angle. A third one was pressing an ice pack to a jaw that was so swollen he couldn't talk. The other men were no better. Julia had fed them lies and walked them straight into a beating. I took another drag and exhaled slowly. My chest burned, but not from the smoke. I was angry. I was so angry that I knew I would not be able to control her if I saw her. I should have known better than to trust Julia. She came home from work a few nights ago, all breathless and eager, and told me everything. She told me how Ruby had the key, how she and Dominic were going to some
Ambrose’s POVI walked out of the store room and typed out the message. Short. Precise. The kind of thing that would drive a blade straight into Dominic’s chest.“I wonder how it feels to know your daughter is slipping through your fingers as we speak. Tick tock, tick tock. Time is running out. If you ever want to see your daughter again, you will do exactly as I say. Instructions will be relayed to you very soon. I don't want any cops or dumb tricks. You know what to do.”I read it over once, then sent it. A moment later, the screen blinked. The message had been delivered.I stared at Ariel's name glowing at the top of the message. The irony of it almost made me laugh. There was something delicious about making a father’s worst nightmare come true.I slid the phone back into my pocket and sighed, walking to the rusty elevator and taking It back up. When I got up, I walked past the smoking men and stepped out into the cool night air. Chicago was quieter than usual, even though I knew
Ambrose's POVThe building smelled of dead animals. It was an old hotel, now reduced to nothing but dust and silence. I stepped over a broken floorboard, my polished shoe grinding against the dirt under me. The place was barely standing. The ceiling sagged in places and the corners darkened with mold, but it would serve me for now, at least.Some of my old and loyal men were sitting on a wooden slab in the middle of the room, smoking and drinking. When they saw me, they gave me deferent bows. A few of them waved, and I waved back. I had called them together at such short notice, but they still came. It was good to know that they were still loyal to me. I would pay them handsomely once this was over.I walked toward the rusted iron elevator, its metal cage rattling as I stepped inside. The doors groaned as they slid shut and with a shudder, the elevator descended. Dominic Rutherford had taken everything I worked for away from me. Rachael was meant to be mine, but he stole her. And wh
Dominic’s POV“Oh, my God!” Ruby screamed.She sprang to her feet and started pacing her hotel room. Her hands tangled in her hair, her pants legs flapping against each other as she walked about. I'd told her about everything, from the news of the prison break that I got during the meeting, to Ariel being kidnapped at home, to her boyfriend who was in the house when it happened.“You’re telling me some random guy just waltzed into your house and claimed to be Ariel’s boyfriend?" She roared. "And you let him go? What If he was behind it all?”I squeezed my eyes shut. “He said he was in a long-distance relationship with her. That they met when she was in Switzerland.”Ruby spun on her heel, eyes burning into me. “And you believed him? Dominic, I thought you were smarter than this.”I scoffed. “Hell yes, I am. But he didn’t seem like a threat. If he was dangerous, I’d have known. Trust me, Ruby, I have been around a lot of dangerous people, and that Brandon boy is not one of them."Her a
Ruby's POVJust like that, five years disappeared between us.Five long years, and now I was standing here, face to face with the man I had once given my entire heart to.There was a whole myriad of emotions within me. But more than anything, I felt love. Because despite everything that had happened, despite the distance and the silence and the longing, despite every reason I had given myself to move on… I never really moved on from him.I let my eyes roam over him, drinking in every change that time had carved into him. Five years had really done him good.He was broader now, his body was solid with muscle like he had spent every day training, pushing himself harder. His hair which used to be in a ponytail was now styled into neat, sharp cornrows that framed his face perfectly. A well-trimmed beard lined his jaw, making him look even more powerful and more manly.And God help me, he looked so... fucking.... good!I felt my heart stutter, and for the first time in a long time I was br
Dominic's POVThe Basement was filled with voices but none were louder than mine."Spread out!" I roared, slamming a fist against the table. "I don’t want excuses! I want results! Do you hear me?"The metal rattled under my hand, but I didn’t care. My men scrambled around, some on their phones, others poring over maps and documents. None of them moved fast enough for me. Ariel was missing, and the more time we wasted, the more danger she was in.I knew it was Ambrose. There was no doubt in my mind. That bastard had taken her, and I had let it happen.I balled my fists so tight that they hurt. I kept running last night over in my head, every single mistake, every moment I should have done something differently.I should have never told the men that guarded my house to go home. The house had been unprotected because I thought for one damn second that we could let our guard down. I should have gone home after that call with Ariel, not go to the bar with Damien. I should have..."Sir."I
Ruby's POV"I understand what you’re saying, Martin, but we are not doing another take of that scene."I held my phone between my shoulder and ear, flipping through a thick script with one hand while signing a document with the other. My assistant stood beside me, watching with nervous eyes as I scrawled my signature across the last page."I don't care if the lighting was slightly off," I continued, shifting the phone back into my hand as I turned to grab a bottle of water. "The emotion was perfect. The moment was perfect. If you ask me to reshoot it again, I swear I’ll throw something at you."Martin the director laughed on the other end of the line. "Fine, fine. You win, DanCliffe. You always do.""Exactly."The assistant took the signed document from me and scurried off. Another person approached with a clipboard, but I raised a hand. "Not now. Give me a second to breathe."She hesitated before nodding and stepping back. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my temples. My head was poun
Dominic's POVThe Chief’s words played over and over in my head. Eight inmates had escaped, and not a single one had been found. It didn’t make sense. How could a group that large vanish without a trace? Someone had helped them. Someone with power and enough resources.I gripped my whiskey glass and set it down hard. The sound made Damien glance at me. He could see the frustration in my face."Dominic," he murmured in warning.I shook my head. "He’s the Chief of Police. How does he not have a single lead? Not even one?"Damien leaned back, stretching his arm across the booth. "Agitating yourself isn’t going to change anything.""So what do you suggest?"He looked at me for a long moment. "We need to get some sleep. We regroup in the morning and think about our next step then."I opened my mouth to argue, but he raised a hand. "No arguments. You know I’m right."I ran a hand over my face. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."We finished our drinks in silence. Damien paid the bill, and we walked out
Dominic's POVThe world around me blurred the moment I saw the news. Only three words rang in my head. Ambrose was free. Ambrose was free!And if he was free, I knew without a doubt that there was only one thing he would want.Revenge.“Dominic!” Damien yelled, and I gave a small start.I looked up in horror. “Ambrose escaped.”His entire expression changed immediately. The chatter in the room faded as the other men picked up on the shift in atmosphere.“What the hell do you mean he escaped?” Damien took my phone from my hand and skimmed the article. The longer he read, the thinner his lips turned. “Son of a bitch!”I ran a hand down my face, trying to tell myself to stay calm. “They set fire to the penitentiary and used the chaos as cover. The authorities haven’t been able to track him down.”“Of course they haven’t.” Damien groaned and closed his eyes. “Ambrose was never the kind of man to just sit and rot in a cell. He planned this, I know he did.”I nodded, already running through
Dominic's POVFive years later..."I don't see why this meeting can't be handled over a conference call, Damien."I pushed open my office door with my shoulder, my phone propped between my ear and my collarbone. With one hand, I shrugged on my jacket while the other gripped my briefcase. "It’s not like we haven’t done this a hundred times before."Damien’s sigh came through the line. "Dom, you know how these high-rollers are. They like to see who they’re dealing with, shake hands and size up the competition. You want to lock this deal down, we do it my way.""Your way? Why the fuck? My way is better.""Because," Damien said on the other end, "when you're dealing with potential buyers for a deal this big, you look them in the eye. You gauge their reactions. You see if they're hiding anything."I sighed. "We have people for that.""And people can be wrong," Damien countered. "Come on, Dom. I already set this up. Look, the least you can do is to just show up and listen."I reached the fr