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Damn it, if driving around aimlessly was all he could do, that was better than nothing. He bent
down to fish his phone off the floor of the passenger seat and tossed it on the seat. Right as he put the
truck in reverse, he noticed the alert light flashing. Maybe Gordon found her.
He yanked it up and his breath caught when he saw the text message from Victoria.
An address. No explanation. No call. Just an address.
His tires squealed as he slammed on the gas. When he got his hands on Joslyn, the bitch was
never going to know what hit her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
 What do you mean the bodyguard is unconscious? snapped Joslyn into her phone.
Victoria shifted her weight, trying to think of any way to get past Joslyn and make it out of the
apartment. The cell phone blocker was off, so as long as she could call 911, she d probably be able
to hide out somewhere.
 What do you think he s going to do when he wakes up? Forget that the same night his boss
committed suicide, he was beaten by random thugs in the lobby. You better make sure that man never
wakes up again.
Victoria s eyes widened.  You can t kill Jace.
Joslyn sighed and held the phone away from her face, gun still firmly pointed in Victoria s
direction.  I m not going to kill him. I  m telling the nice gentleman downstairs to do it.
 What the hell is wrong with you! screamed Victoria.
Joslyn s smile disappeared, replaced with a sneer.  I m going to need one of you up here. I think
Ms. Green is going to need help getting up to the roof. 
As Joslyn hung up, Victoria s heart sunk in her chest. Jace could be dying at that very moment. All
because of her. In some futile attempt to protect her.  Why? Why cause this much destruction over
money? Let Jace live and I ll give you anything you want.
 It s not just money. It s what I deserve. It s my birthright. 
 If anything, it s Terry s birthright, bit out Victoria.
 And where would Terry be if it weren t for me? asked Joslyn with a smug smirk.  He would be
a broke beach bum. I brought him back to where he belongs. I brought him back to a family that
doesn t even want him. But he and I will be restored to what we were meant to be.
A knock banged on the door behind Joslyn, and Victoria jumped. No, no, no, no. Joslyn she could
handle. She could catch her at a weak moment. Overpower her. Something. But now there were going
to be two of them&
Joslyn opened the door and the doorman from downstairs stepped inside. Instinctively, Victoria
took a step back as he moved past Joslyn, a conspicuous red substance splattered onto his formerly
pristine uniform jacket.
But this could be a good thing. She was probably paying whoever this was and the one way
Victoria was sure she had Joslyn beat was with money.  Whatever she s paying you, I ll quadruple it
if you get me out of here.
He turned a stern expression on her.  I don t know how much good that will do me when you
send the cops after us, lady. At least with her, I know I won t get turned over to the police.
Joslyn smiled in victory.  He s right. Police only make things more complicated. I m sure you
understand, since you never bothered to call any last week. But I figured you wouldn  t. You re not
exactly the type to admit weakness. That s why this will make so much sense.
 Nothing about this makes sense. Victoria took another step back.
 The stoic socialite swan dives off the skyscraper. If it makes you feel better, your story will be
told for years.
 Not comforting. Victoria s mind raced. Think. Distract them. Even if Jace was incapacitated,
Gordon might realize something was wrong. He could be sending for help right now.
Except he had no idea where she was. Even so, she had to stall. Had to do something.  Who is C.
Jones?
 She s your killer, said Joslyn with pride.  I  m not stupid, you know.
Agree to disagree, thought Victoria.
 Things don t always go according to plan, as you have made painfully evident. I m well aware
that if I m even suspected of this, Terry will never marry me, and I won t get a pretty penny. I tried to
cover my tracks by having Donny here take care of you at your little My Daddy s Dying party, but
apparently your handyman has a temper. And when North Carolina didn  t work out, I knew that the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]