Forty one

GABRIELLE POV.

"Yes, do all it takes to make the transfer, you have a week, anything later and I'll take your head as compensation for the time wasted" I threatened and ended the call then dragged my hands through my hair as I paced the room.

My phone pinged, and I glanced at the message, cursing as I read through it.

Hendrix was dead- burnt to death. I raised my hand to hurl the phone at the wall but stopped myself in time. If I was this agitated, I was bound to make mistakes and that could not happen.

Hendrix was not the only one who had been attacked, a couple more of my past lovers had turned up dead, all burnt, and they bore the mark of the fire-crazed freak, Burn Payne- the psychopath had a habit of taking souvenirs, so I knew it was him.

I'd had him investigated after I saw him with Genovese... if grandfather was meeting him then he was nothing more than trouble, but it wasn't just because of that alone, he'd seemed familiar to me, there had been something foreboding about hi