Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Just as he was about to go back downstairs and check the gardens, his cell phone rang. He saw it was Jacob Denton, and he was tempted to ignore it, but instead something told him he needed to answer this call.
“Hello,” he said, already taking the stairs downward.
“Is Tamsin with you?” Jacob asked.
“Yes, why?” Mason stopped at the bottom of the stairs as he looked out toward the gardens, but there was no sign of her.
“She called earlier today, asking questions about the Delcoties and war,” Jacob said.
This made Mason freeze and he went to his office. Rounding his desk, he saw the Denton’s number as clear as could be, and then as he looked at the next number, he froze.
“I had to explain to her the position we’re in. The Dentons have business with the Delcoties—”
“I need you to be quiet.” He needed a moment to think. There is no way Tamsin would be so stupid as to go to his father.
“I don’t know who you think you are—”
“I don’t care about your position with the Delcoties. We both know you would use any means necessary to get rid of me.” He threw the contents of his desk to the floor, anger rolling down his spine. “Tamsin is not here,” Mason said.
“What? You just said she was.”
“I have a feeling my wife has gone to my father.”
“What do you mean?” Jacob asked.
“I believe Tamsin is going to try to kill Paul Savonas tonight.”
He hung up his cell phone and went out to one of the guards, and he confirmed it. Tamsin had climbed into one of the cars and left, nearly two hours ago.
“Fuck! Shit!”
There was no way Tamsin could do it. She was too young. He couldn’t allow her to have blood on her hands. He would be the one to do it, and when he did, he’d set her free.
Chapter Fourteen
Paul Savonas’s home was beautiful. Tamsin had always liked it, she just didn’t like the man attached to it. One of his guards helped her inside, and moved her toward Paul’s office.
After calling to arrange this meeting, Tamsin had gone to her and Mason’s room, and picked the most revealing dress she could. It came to just above her knee, and pulled in her chest, giving her an impressive cleavage and leaving nothing to the imagination.
This is a mistake.
Turn away.
You cannot do this.
One thought of Mason, and she squared her shoulders. Entering Paul’s office, she saw that he wasn’t there.
A power play. Landon had told her all about these. At first, she felt completely out of sorts, like she shouldn’t be here, because this was a big fucking mistake.
Brushing some of her hair off her brow, she took a deep breath and got herself together. It didn’t matter if this was a good or bad thing. She could do this. She had no choice. For the good of their families, she had to stop a war.
His desk was tempting with several different sheets of paperwork out. She didn’t know if he was attempting to test her, but either way, the only business she had today was personal.
I can do this.
It’s easy.
She went toward the drinks table. There was one bottle with several glasses. She turned one over, opened the fancy liquor bottle, and poured herself a modest glass. Tamsin was a little shocked by the lack of shaking in her hands.
Putting the lid back onto the bottle, she picked up the glass and then moved as far away from the desk as possible, and started to look out across the backyard. She couldn’t help but wonder if Mason had been like other boys. Maybe even similar to her brothers.
All her brothers had to handle their responsibilities being Denton men, but there were times their father would still allow them to go out into the yard to play. They were always few and far between, but it did happen.
Tipping the glass back, she took a long swig and tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. I can do this. She hoped if she kept repeating that same mantra, she might start to believe it.
All she had to do was kill Paul Savonas and locate Candice Delcoties, and hopefully, everything would be a piece of cake. Oh, and she also had to find a way to make sure she could get hold of the knife that she had hidden in her purse, which he’d taken off her, and placed on one of the seats.
She took another sip of the drink. It was so horrible, but she was able to hide her hatred of the drink. Courage. That was what she was building on. Another little sip.
“Well, well, well, I have to say I’m surprised,” Paul Savonas’s voice echoed around the room.
Tamsin struggled with her natural fight-or-flight response. She was tempted to throw the glass at him and just make a run for it. Instead, she stood her ground and turned toward him.