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Flattening my hand on Savannah’s back, I guide her up the steps, to the front door.
We pause long enough for the small pad on the door handle to read my thumbprint, then I push it open, lightly pressing on Savannah’s back to make her go first.
She tries to slow as we move through the grand foyer, but I don’t let her. Part of me feels the urge to give her a real tour, to show her around. But then I remember, once again, that she’s here against her will and I need to get her put away so I can think.
But my brain is impatient, so it doesn’t stop swirling with possibilities. And as we climb the stairs, and I lead her down a hall, an idea forms.
A crazy idea.
An insane idea.
The type of idea that would make even Nero think twice.
But unhinged or not, it’s the best idea I have that keeps everyone safe.
“This one,” I say as we approach a closed door. Savannah stops, and I’m happy to see her cheeks are dry and her expression, though weary, doesn’t look terrified anymore.
I place my thumb on the small black square above the handle and wait for the door to click unlocked.
She’ll find the same sort of lock on the doors leading out to the balcony, bulletproof glass filling the panes, and no way to reach the outside world. I’m confident this room will hold her.
It might seem like a bunch of overkill, but as one of the two men who run one of the largest crime organizations in the central United States, overkill is necessary.
And if we’re going for overkill…
I push the door open and Savannah steps through.
“What is…” Her voice trails off when she sees the oversized Alaska King bed situated with its headboard against the far wall.
“This is our bedroom.”
She whips around, her blonde hair flying out with the movement. “Our!? No, no, no.” She shakes her head. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
I keep my hand on the doorframe. “I’ll let you stay in here by yourself tonight, but starting tomorrow, youwillbe sleeping at my side.”
Savannah slowly crosses her arms, putting a barrier between us. “Why? What’s happening tomorrow?”
I grin. “We’re getting married.”
Her mouth drops open.
But before she can respond, I slam and lock the door.
CHAPTER9
Savannah
No.
Just. No.
I stare at the door, slack jawed, waiting for him to swing it back open and sayjust kidding.
But he doesn’t. Because I think that psycho was being serious.
But…married?!
My brain can’t even wrap around the thought.