Page 166 of The Billionaire's Secret

Saint’s jaw tics. A vein throbs at his temple. He folds his fingers into fists, and his entire body tenses.

A woman screams. People scramble back.

I glance sideways and freeze. Antonio holds a gun, its barrel trained on Saint. My heart jackknifes in my chest. "You promised," I whisper. "You said you wouldn’t hurt him. You promised that if I gave you what you needed, you’d release my friend."

"Maybe I lied," Antonio smiles, his thin upper lip a slash across his face, "maybe I didn’t. It’s up to you how this plays out."

I swallow.

"Tell him to stand back."

"Stop hiding behind her, you coward," Saint growls. "Let her go and fight me."

Shit, shit, shit.The hell is he doing? "Shut up, Saint," I huff.

He glares at me, the skin around his eyes crinkling.

"Don’t tell me what to do," he pulls back his shoulders.

"This once, will you listen to me?" I whisper-shout.

"She has a point," Weston walks forward.

Antonio points the gun at him, but he raises his hands, "Easy there."

Antonio turns back to Saint. "For someone who was kidnapped and tortured, you turned out well."

"Tortured?" I blink.

Saint’s jaw hardens, "Let her go, and you and I can talk this out."

"Oh?"

Saint nods. "What do you want? Money? Fame?" He glances around at the assembled paparazzi. "Though why you’d want every single camera in the country on your back—"

"Not mine. Yours."

"What?"

Antonio turns to me, "Hand it over."

"What’s he talking about?" Saint growls.

I nudge my fingers into my purse, pull out the flash drive.

"I believe this is what you are looking for," I hold it out to him.

He turns the gun on me. "Don't attempt anything funny."

There’s an indrawn breath from Saint. Tension screams off of him. Does he recognize it? Does he realize it’s the USB from his desk? Will he ever forgive me?

"No, tricks." I raise the device, "Take it. Everything you want is on that."

He holds out his palm and I drop the device onto it. He pockets it, then grabs me and holds the gun to my temple. Sweat beads my upper lip.

My heart races so fast, I am sure it’s going to break out of my ribcage. My knees buckle and the world tilts around me. Antonio tightens his hold on my waist, yanking me closer. I flinch, hunch my shoulders.

"Let go of my wife," Saint growls.