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I went to sit down when I saw a manila envelope next to my place setting. The envelope was similar to the envelopes I’d seen on the yacht.
It looked old. I frowned. What was this? I opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper.
Scanning it quickly, my hand began to shake. It was a letter addressed to Dario, written by Jason.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Dario
Things were quiet.
It was always surprisingly quiet in my penthouse in the city. It felt good to be back in the States.
I appreciated the moment of peace I had as I looked at my laptop, watching the videos of the attack on my island property. It had been a well-executed plan, that much I could tell. They had plowed through the fence and taken out several of my guys that way.
The rest were shot down. I scratched my chin, biting back the rage I felt.
Some of my men were husbands and fathers. Before, that didn’t matter to me, but today it did.
Studying the video made me realize that we had been grossly outnumbered. If I hadn’t managed to get Mya out of the house, one way or another, we would have been dead.
I’d put her at risk. Just existing, breathing near me, put her at risk. It was upsetting. I knew when I saw her in the hospital bed that I had to start making plans. I had to figure things out to protect her and the baby.
I had started putting things together, moving money around, but I didn’t have a concrete plan yet. It was hard to think lately.
I didn’t know who to trust or what move to make next. For the first time since I became an adult, I felt conflicted and unsure. I hated that feeling. I hated not having control.
One step at a time, I told myself. I would make it through this stage of my life like I made it through all the others, with dogged persistence and a take-no-shit attitude.
It would all work out. It had to, for Mya’s sake.
My back was turned when she burst through my office door and stomped over to me. She flung an envelope down next to me, and I looked at it, but didn’t show her any emotion. She had enough emotions for both of us right now.
Her temper was getting worse and worse it seemed. I didn’t know if it was the baby or the fact that she was struggling to keep hating me. Either way, being around Mya now was like living with a lioness.
I had to remind myself not to ruffle her feathers, but it was hard not to. She was cantankerous to a fault, but I would rather have a cantankerous Mya than not have Mya at all.
“And this is?”
I glanced up at her. She had her hands on her hips and looked ready to breathe fire.
“You tell me.”
With a sigh, I pushed away from my laptop and closed it. I spun my chair toward Mya and folded my hands together. “Care to explain what’s happening here?”
She picked up the envelope and shook it in front of me. “Tell me what this is about.” Her voice cracked when she got to the last word. She was more upset than I had thought.
What had happened? I’d gotten her maternity clothes, had the chef prepare her favorite breakfast, and now she was ranting and raving over an envelope? I couldn’t please her.
I studied her for a moment, noticing how pale she looked. No matter how annoying her erratic behavior was sometimes, Iremembered that I had to protect her from herself. She seemed ready to stab someone or worse.
“Okay, let me take a look.”
I reached for the envelope and looked inside of it. She paced the floor worriedly as I removed what appeared to be a letter addressed to me.
I read it slowly, frowning the entire time. I’d never seen the letter before, but I knew about the situation described in the letter.
Interesting. This was a turn of events.