Page 59 of Seduced By the Billionaire
Had he left it unlocked?
He had.
Ronan slipped behind the wheel, keys dangling from his hand.
“Don’t fucking move,” a nasally voice barked. “I’ve got a gun on your head.”
The elusive Daniel Graves, I presume.
Ronan dropped the keys into the footwell and clenched his hands around the wheel. “My money is in the glove box,” he said nervously. “You can take the car, too.”
“This isn’t a robbery. Are you some kind of fucking idiot?”
“I… I’m not sure,” he stammered.
“What the hell does she see in you?”
“Jenny?” He half turned, and when Daniel smacked his ear with the gun, he jerked back around to face front. “Who are… Oh, wait. Did you kill Jason Mercer for going out with her? Is that what this is about?”
Daniel chuckled, then coughed, cleared his throat. “Now you’re getting it. A date wasn’t in the job description. And before you get smug, like that was some kind of confession, I pulled the bug out of your visor.”
“Fuck,” Ronan whispered.
“Yeah, that’s right. Fuck.” He laughed, voice hoarse. He still smelled a little like pepper spray—his nearness was making Ronan’s throat itch. “Now drive.”
Nope, Ronan thought, but he said, “So this is like… a jealousy thing? I mean, I saw her chest. You tried to kill her, and now you changed your mind, decided you want her back? If she’s that important to you…” Ronan’s hand slid down the wheel, and Daniel punched the headrest.
“Hands up, asshole. And that bitch had it coming. Now get your keys and put this fucking car into gear.”
Was that enough of a confession?
Ronan kept his hands on the wheel. “Listen, I don’t want any trouble,” he said. “But from what I hear, you’ve been out of the picture for a while. She loves me.”
“She doesn’t love you. She’s my wife.”
“I mean, she ran away, though.” He sounded like a moron, but Daniel Graves had an ego the size of Texas. Ronan was hoping to use that to his advantage.
“She loves this game as much as I do,” Daniel snarled. “Hell, you still think her real name is Jenny.”
You’re wrong about that, fuck-o, Ronan thought, then said, “Ah, I see. So it’s all an elaborate game of hard-to-get?”
“Seems like you do know her, brother.”
Poke him a little harder, Ronan.
He was running out of time. Daniel wouldn’t wait like a sitting duck in the back of the parking lot forever.
“I’m not your brother,” Ronan said. “And you’re not playing a game. You’re stalking her. Holding her mother hostage.”
Daniel paused, maybe trying to decide how much Ronan knew. “Her mother is safe and sound at home,” he said slowly.
“But not for long, right?”
“No.” Daniel shifted. “Not for long.” Then Ronan felt cold, hard steel against his temple.
Out of time, out of time. He was going to fail. Shit.
“Yeah, nothing makes a woman love you like killing her family,” he snapped. “But I don’t think love was ever the point. It’s all about fear and overcompensation with you. You’re not packing jack shit below the belt, so you’ve got to make up for it by being the biggest dick in the room.”
