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I knew Neal had his secrets, as did many people, and I was still waiting for the day he would tell me what he was hiding. I was a patient woman who understood that everything happens in time.
With a small sigh, I snuggled into him and continued to look outside. We would arrive at Allegra’s soon, and then the chaos would consume us. We would be pushed into the arms of happiness and whatever else Allegra had waiting.
*****
James
I was notified when Becca’s plane landed at the Miami airport. I had caught wind that they were still coming down here, and knowing that they were, I wanted to know what was going on with her every step of the way.
It wasn’t that I was stalking her.
It was that I simply wanted to make sure that she was safe.
That no one was going to hurt her.
It was of no surprise to me that they would be staying at Allegra’s home. Once she got there, she would be out of reach, but it didn’t mean that I couldn’t assure she would be safe. The last few days had been hell, and Sergei had been more adamant than anything to get in contact with me.
Even Greg told me that I needed to be careful, that they had found a mole within their midst and weren’t entirely sure that the person was the only one. Which meant Sergei knew I was working with the government.
Running my hand through my hair, I tried to calm down.
Allegra didn’t care for me. At least not the way she used to. I had messed up, though, and now that Becca was with her brother, she wasn’t going to side with me on anything, not that she ever sided with me on anything.
“Sir, Michael just called to say that they were at the apartment.”
Marie’s voice took me by surprise, and looking down at my phone, I realized I had been so distracted with my thoughts I hadn’t paid attention to the few text messages that had come through from my head of security, Michael.
“Thank you,” I said softly, gesturing for her to leave.
Working from my home office had been my best bet the last few days. My heightened security made it easier for me to get what I needed to be done because Sergei wouldn’t dare come to my home to bother me.
However, I wasn’t sure how long that would last when I went into the office tomorrow.
I had meetings that I had to take care of, and there was no way I could do them from home. Opening my text messages from Michael, I scrolled through to look at the photos he had managed to get for me of Becca.
There were various of her exiting the plane and climbing in the car with Neal.
One, in particular, caught my attention, and zooming in, I took a closer look. Her long hair framed her face in waves and laid gently upon the cream color sweater she was wearing over black leggings. She looked just as beautiful as I remembered, but what caught my attention in the post was how her sweater sat on her stomach.
For a split second, my mind tried to tell me she looked pregnant, but that wasn’t possible. She had only been with Neal most recently, and if she was, she would have been way farther along.
“Shit… I need more sleep,” I groaned, closing my phone as I rubbed my eyes.
I was starting to hallucinate now, and with all the stress I was under, it wasn’t good for me. It wasn’t honestly good for anyone.
Standing, I made my way out of my office, deciding to take myself to bed.
“James.” A voice caught my attention as I rounded the stairs. Looking over my shoulder, I spotted Michael walking toward me quickly and furrowed my brow in confusion.
“Michael, you got back quick.”
“I tried to come as quickly as I could. You need to see something,” he replied, slightly out of breath.
I wasn’t quite sure what was more unnerving, the fact that Michael had rushed back to show me something or the fact that he looked slightly panicking out of breath by doing so. Nodding my head. I stepped off the two steps of the stairs and followed behind him towards the front door.
As soon as he opened the door, two other men on the security team were standing there, both looking a little distraught at a closed box at their feet.
“What’s this?” I asked Michael as a confused feeling ran through me.
“Unfortunately, sir, the package was left for you at the front gate, and the contents inside are a little disturbing.”
Hearing what Michael said caught my attention. Who in the hell would leave something at my front gate? Thinking back to Sergei, my heart beat faster.
If he was sending a message, there was no way that it would be good.
Squatting down at a level easier to open the box, I flipped the lid and was taken back by the bloody sight in front of me.
There inside lay a bloody severed finger and with the finger was a photo of a guy that worked at my company named Derek. I wasn’t sure why they would go after this guy, but it was clear in the photo that he was dead.
This wasn’t just a message… it was a warning.
Looking at the lid, I noticed the note taped inside the top.
‘Keep avoiding the inevitable, and there’s going to be more bloodshed on your hands than you originally wanted. Perhaps we should start with the pretty little brunette that just got off the plane in Miami.’
Shock filled me reading it. The brunette they were talking about was Becca, and I had no clue how they had known that she was here.
I needed to inform Neal soon, but I would give her tonight. She would be safe tonight with my men watching the building and Neal at her side.
War was brewing. And I wasn’t sure who was safe anymore.
Becca.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I got up early the next morning, sliding from the bed with the full intention to go see James. Neal had been sleeping when I walked out of the room, but before I could make it to the door, I heard his voice behind me.
“You’re going to see him, aren’t you?” he said softly, his eyes narrowing at me. Turning slowly, I stared at his pleading eyes and sighed.
“Yes, I am,” I replied slowly, nodding my head. “He has a right to know, and the sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can be free with you.”
Shaking his head from side to side he licked his top lip. His eyes cast off into the distance as if he wanted to keep me here but knew that it would only cause an argument. “I don’t like this, Becca. I mean, I should have known that you would do this, but still.”
“Neal, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “This is just something that I have to do.”
“I know,” he replied with a sigh. “I just don’t like you going alone, unprotected. What if something happens to you and the baby because I’m not there to protect you?”
Stepping towards him, I reached up, laying my hand on the side of his face as I brushed my thumb over his cheek. “Stop worrying so much. Everything’s going to be fine, and James won’t let anything happen to me either, okay? As soon as I leave his office, I’ll call you, I promise.”
Taking a moment, he stared at me with a hard glare, before letting it soften. Nodding his head, he pulled me close and conceded to what I was going to do. “At least let me call my driver to take you. I don’t want you taking any other form of transportation.”
“Okay,” I said softly against his chest as he held me. “Call your driver.”
A few moments later, a car pulled up out in front of the apartment building, and Neal walked me down making sure that I got in safely. “I want you to let me know as soon as you get there, Becca. Then as soon as you’re ready to leave.”
The stern talking to that he was giving me made me smirk, but nodding my head I agreed. “Understood, sir.”