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dies.” He points to Abel.

“Darlin’-“

“Shut your fucking mouth and watch!” he snarls then smiles at me. “You want to, don’t you, sweet girl?”

“Yes, yes I do.” I lean forward, signing. There’s no way this will hold up, but I won’t resist. He’s insane, stoned, and seems to have reached the end of his rope. Fighting this would be too much of a risk…. Just wait.

He shoves a ring into my hand.

“With this ring I thee wed.” He slides a ring onto my finger. The fuck is this mess? He holds out his hand. “Now you!”

“Okay…” I put the ring he handed me on his finger. “With this ring I thee wed?”

“Fuck yea, you do.” He pulls me in, roughly kissing me, but Abel curses. “I’m shooting him. I’m not listening to this shit on our wedding night.”

“Or! Why don’t we go to the bedroom? Light some candles? I can do that thing you wanted?” I shoot Abel a look that screams shut up when Richard glances in the direction of the bedroom. God help me, I have to get us out of here.

“Yeah, we can do that. Let’s go.” He pulls me from the room quickly as I stumble over my feet, trying to keep up with his wide strides.

Entering the bedroom, I quickly take in my surroundings, noticing his cell phone on the table beside the bed. I need to get to that phone.

“Richard, can I have a moment to… prepare. I look a mess and want to look perfect for our first time.” I trail a finger down his bare chest, stopping when it lands on his belt buckle.

“You have three minutes, and then you’re mine, wife.” He breathes in, leaning forward and kissing me roughly, moaning deeply, and grinding his hips against me.

“Three minutes.” I bat my lashes, stepping back.

He grabs his cock through his pants, smiling darkly, and strides from the room. Pausing in the doorway, he calls back. “If you try anything, I will kill him.” Then, he shuts the door.

Opening the closet, I rattle hangers, talking aloud, knowing he’s listening in. “Not that one, no, no, no, oh, yes! Gucci.” I hear him chuckle and walk down the hall. Ditzy Eliana saves the day again. They really should stop underestimating me. I can be smart and well dressed.

“I’ll be back with the wine, sweets,” he yells.

I slip into the shirt, buttoning it up, knowing my nipples show through the fabric, and shake out my hair. I glance in the mirror as I lift his phone, powering it on and holding a pillow over it while singing to cover any sounds. I quickly dial Jaxx, knowing he will immediately answer a call from Richard.

Chapter Eighteen

Andrew

“Have you located Douglass?” I shout, pacing in my office. How is it, no one knows anything? How is this man a fucking ghost? Not even I can cover my tracks so thoroughly.

“They have, boss. He’s home with family. Police everywhere, though. Looks like some are headed our way,” one of my men says from my doorway.

“What?! The police? Here? Why?” I step up to him.

“I don’t know, boss. Just a tip that came in from your cop friend. Brown. Said to lock it all up. Now.”

“Andrew! We have them!” Costin yells, running from the house with Jaxx.

“Lock it all down and get out! I don’t give a fuck what happens here. I am getting my daughter back,” I bellow, chasing after the boys.

Jaxx puts his phone on speaker, listening while he stares down at his phone.

“It’s Richard. I can track him.” Jaxx is barely audible.

“Richard? No…” When I hear what comes out of the phone, I nearly fall. I have been a fucking fool. I brought this man into her life. This is entirely my fault. I am a total failure, and I have allowed all of us to ruin my daughter. What have I done?

Eliana

“Tell me you’ve found her,” he demands after one ring.

“Help us,” I whisper but fumble the phone dropping it behind the table when I hear Richard approach the door. Rushing to the opposite end of the bed, I sit seductively, praying I can distract him long enough for the guys to get here. God let them hurry.

“Look at you.” Richard approaches, licking his lips. “I have waited far too long for this. I am going to fucking wreck you.”

He pushes me back onto the bed, pulling at the shirt and causing the buttons to scatter across the room. I squeeze my eyes closed tightly, seeing