Page 120 of The Vow

“And if I tell you, you’ll bring him here now?”

Amir chuckled, the sound scratching out of lungs that had smoked tobacco for too many years.

“There’s no stopping my son now from taking what he wants…the way he wants it. The only thing I can do for you is order him not to kill her. He tends to like to do that once he’s…finished.”

I was going to kill him. I was goingto kill them all.

I stepped forward as though to comply and then used the leverage to spin and launch my fist into the guard’s face.

The man’s head cracked to the side, and he crumpled into a heap.

Robyn.She was the only thought in my mind. The only thing pumping through my veins. The only thing beating in my chest.

Without her, there was no me. Without her, there never had been.

Shouts erupted behind me as I grabbed for the door.

Goddammit, where were the feds?

My Hail Mary was all I had left, and never more was I glad to have made that damn phone call than the second before pain detonated in the back of my skull and everything went black.

Robyn

I spun for the door as soon as I heard it click.

“Da—” His name died on my tongue.

It wasn’t my husband coming back through the door. It was Uzair.

Had something happened to Damon?

It shouldn’t have been my first thought. My first and only thought should’ve been what the hell was I going to do about the sadistic psychopath who’d just let himself into my room?

“Where’s my husband?”

Uzair smiled and closed the door; he didn’t bother to lock it, and I wished I could convince myself that was a good thing.

But no. I knew enough about this man to know he liked totoy with his prey. To make them run. Fight. Let them think they had a chance at escaping. He got off on it.

“Busy doing business.” His eyes looked over me as he moved in my direction.

“What do you want?”

“He didn’t tell you?” His smile curdled his cheeks. “He bargained one night with you to seal our little deal.”

My pulse exploded like a gunshot in my chest. Damon never would’ve agreed, not even just for show. And that meant Uzair and Belmont had never planned on giving Damon a choice…it had all been a ruse.

“Get out.” I lifted my chin.

Uzair laughed, a slice of white teeth cutting through his lips.

“I do love a good fight.” He reached down and adjusted himself, making sure I got the point that I’d just made him hard.

“Leave now.” I curled my fist.

Backing deeper into the room would only create more distance I’d have to cross to get to the unlocked door. So, I waited for him to get closer. If I could strike him and then slip around him, I could get to the exit—get away.

“I’m really going to enjoy this, Mrs. Remington. Especially after your husband thought he could lie his way into this arrangement. I knew the way he looked at you…there was no chance he’d give over anything of importance to you.”

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