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Chapter Forty-One
WASHINGTON DC, THE QUEEN'S MANSION.
Lady Sarah barges into her living room with a frown on her face and anger coursing through her veins. No, you wouldn't call it anger. The more appropriate one is Fury... Rage. Ire and resentment as her eyes searches through the large space of the living before finally settling on her husband, Matthew Queen and she marches towards him with heavy steps.
Snatching the newspaper from his grip, she glares at the man with eyes angry enough to have any lesser man cowering away. "What did you do, Matthew?!"
She raises her voice, dropping her bag on the couch and placing her hands against her hips, waiting for the answer she demanded.
"What's going on, Honey? Are you okay?"
The man tries to bring his wife closer to him but she moves out of his embrace, holding her hand out to stop him from moving closer with her glare never softening.
"This is not the time for you to question me, Matthew. I
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THE DAY BEFORE. [BOSTON] Elijah stares at the man before him, the smirk that's been etched to his face ever since he spilled their plans. Never disappearing. Shuffling in his seat, he leans forward with his glare hard. "So you mean to tell me that your plan is to track where this man is and carry out your job?" He raises his brows at him and Jagger leans back against his own seat, crossing his arms against his chest with a small grin covering his face. He seems obviously proud of this plan. "And what you need me to do is to give you Dawn's number because you think somehow she will be with him?" He continues, and Jagger nods again before moving closer, folding his hands on the table between them. "Either track him using her contact or we hack her phone and get his number off there. " "And how do you suppose you'll do that? How do you even know about Dawn Meek in the first place? Have you been following her?" Elijah's jaw tig
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DAWN. I raise my gaze to the direction of the voice; my body instantly relaxing along with my racing heart at the sight of Ryder. Alive and breathing. However, my heart clenches when I take in his appearance and the state he's in. His face is bruised and his lower lip appears cut, looking fucking bloody. Blood drips from inside the upper arm of the black suit he's putting on and down onto the floor. He looks damn messy. In a way it reminds of me of his bad days and that makes my heart aches. Who the fuck did him this way? Glancing between me and Ryder, the security slowly removes his hand from before and I splint across the room to get to where Ryder is standing; not caring of the many watchful gazes in the room or the fact that he's injured — I jump into his arms, throwing myself into his embrace and burying my face in the crook of his hair to muffle my sobs. "I'm fine, Princess. I promise, I'm fine. " No, you'
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DAWN. I let out a yawn, removing my glasses to rub the mist under my eyes before pushing my chair back; eyes trained on the ceiling. My phone vibrates against the desk and I'm quick to grab it, eager eyes running across the screen, and a frown stretches over my lips when I realize it's just a text from Bryan. 'Hey, how's you doing? You think I should come over for lunch?' Not the one I was kind of expecting. Rubbing my eyes, I type back a reply. 'I still got a whole shitload of work to do. Thanks for asking by the way, maybe another time though. ' Once it shows sent and delivered, I move to my message inbox, staring at a certain name I left hundreds of messages for, but not for once did I get replied, and I'm getting both worried and so fucking angry. 'Hey, I just got to work. Sending your support from here, I know you can do this. ' 'Hey, lunch time. Know you're busy but felt like
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RYDER. "You can leave. " I tell Mr Rodriguez the man standing before me and he nods, bowing before turning around to exit the office. I let out a tired sigh before swirling in my seat, phone in hand, as my mind gets filled with thoughts of a certain beautiful woman. "Ryder. " Frowning, my brain comprehends the fact that voice sounds very familiar and I turn around to be met with the gaze of the last person I wish to see. Sitting upright and pushing the chair near to my desk, I raise my brows at Sarah, "What do you think you're doing here?" She shakes her head, ignoring my question as she let herself in, shutting the door behind her and striding towards me. Without my consent, she takes a seat across from me and I scowl at her. "Just because you own fifty percent of the company doesn't mean you can come in here, Sarah. You are trespassing. " "I'm just here to talk, Ryder. " "And what could
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DAWN. "What are you doing?" I raise my brows at Elijah, frowning as I try to push him off him. But the man won't even budge. "What does it look like I'm doing, Dawn?" "Taking away my fucking privacy without my permission!" I scowl at him but he only laughs before moving off me, leaving some space between us and I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding before grabbing my bag off the floor and raising my gaze to meet Elijah's once again. "What do you think you're doing here, Elijah? What do you want?" I ask but he only tilts his head back as a response, his brows furrowed and his arms crossed against his chest as if I'm some sort of science experiment he's trying to figure out. "You never had a problem with me doing this, before. What changed?" That I finally realized I was being fucking stupid over my confused feelings for you. It wasn't love and it sure as hell wasn't lust either
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