Page 24 of Midnight Danger

Her full body weight sank into me as I helped her from the car. “This is your apartment, not mine.”

“This is our apartment, since all your stuff is here.”

Her back straightened ready to fight, but I ushered her to the private elevator. “Why are my possessions in your apartment?”

“Because someone tried to kill you, and this is the best place I can protect you. Work is currently accelerated to get our house finished so I can move you there.”

“Zee,” she moaned, burrowing her head into my chest. “I need to be able to live my life.”

“I hate to point this out, but this is no longer about keeping you safe, but our baby as well.”

Her eyes were huge when she peered up at me.

“You heard me. By tomorrow, you’ll have a ring on your finger and if I can get an officiant, a piece of paper saying we’re married as well.”

“You never even asked me…” she said in a low accusation.

The elevator pinged and we stepped out. Jordan had even brought her cushions from her apartment, and they were strewn all over my sofa.

Glaring at her for several moments, I grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the window. I dropped to one knee with the lights of London as my backdrop. “Marry me, Cassandra. Spend your life with me.”

She studied me for several seconds before a smile slowly crept across her lips. “Yes.”

I really wanted to lift her and spin her around, but that went against all the laws of her recovery. Instead, I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her the way I wanted to do from the moment I knew she was safe. She moaned into my mouth as she clung to me, and I pinned her against the window with my tongue taking control.

Cassandra was mine, now and always. Her little excursion to the country had only accelerated the plan I’d had in my head for weeks. Add the fact she was pregnant to the equation, and my father would personally sign the order to execute anyone who even looked in her direction.

Pressing a last kiss to the end of her nose, I pulled her away from the window. “Come on, and you can reorganise the apartment for me. Your cushions have already invaded and I’m sure those throws you like are here somewhere as well.”

Her breathless laugh washed over me. “You take abduction to a different level.”

“No.” I slowly turned to face her. “I’m planning on forever, Cas. You just need to meet me halfway.”

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Chapter Ten

Xavier

Malcolm hung from a St Andrew’s cross in the basement of one of our remote storage locations. He’d never struck me as a criminal mastermind, taking his father’s position on the Council and sticking to the periphery of everything that happened.

Jordan sat with his feet propped up on the table containing all the equipment he used to recover information from people. I preferred hand-to-hand combat, or, if necessary, shooting, but I’d never had the taste for torture. It was the reason Jordan excelled at being a Dom. He knew exactly how far to push people.

Right now, he had Malcolm at breaking point.

“You need to let me go. My people will know where I am.” His voice sounded shaky, not the way it had when he taunted Cassandra.

“Nah, that’s your tracker on the table,” Jordan said. “Shoddy piece of work that I found in a few seconds. Fun fact, Malcolm, we carry jammers when we go on missions. The moment we stepped into that room, your tracker went offline. They don’t have a fucking clue where you are.”

His eyes met mine and I saw the question in them. “You have two options right now,” I explained. “Tell us everything we want to know and your family will live through this. Or Jay extracts the information we want and your line dies out right now. Either way, your death is guaranteed.”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know she belonged to you?” He whined. “Look, this has been a misunderstanding.”

“I walked in to find you trying to shove your dick up her ass. There are no misunderstandings, Malcolm, just one perverted little man who doesn’t mind indulging in rape.” I dragged his head back by the hair to stare at him. “I heard every fucking word you said to her, every time you hit her, the moment you kicked her in the stomach. She’s carrying my child and you fucking kicked her in the stomach.”

I heard Jordan’s intake of breath even as I kicked Malcolm in the stomach, my fist connecting with his chin. The need to make him suffer burned through my veins, scorching everything in its path as vengeance screamed to be administered.

“Why the fuck did you want Cassandra?” I demanded, pinning his head back against the cross. Jordan handed me a strap to put around his head so he couldn’t avoid looking at us.

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