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in my place.” She hugged
herself, looking out at the night sky.
“No, he won’t.”
She snickered low with a small grin, a single tear falling down
her face. “You don’t know him, Dane. If Ryland has a chance to
make money, he’s going to take it.”
He came up behind her, his arms going around her waist, chin
on her shoulder. “Trust me, Samara. Nothing’s going to happen to
Makayla.”
* * * *
“Well, it’s about fucking time you showed your ass.” Dane
walked into Blaine’s mansion and smiled big. Darius Alistair
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lounged with his feet up on an antique sofa in the study.
Darius smiled. At the tender age of twenty-three, he appeared
a boy of only eighteen. He had a cocky smile on his full lips, day
old growth on his chin, and messy looking dark brown hair. Just
the way Dane had always remembered him. He wasn’t dressed
like he had money either. Darius wore faded blue jeans with holes
starting or appearing like they were starting in the knees and one
on the thigh. He had a white t-shirt and leather jacket with shit-
kicker boots.
“A child protégé?” Dane snorted, “Still looks like a punk to
me.”
Darius slowly stood up, strolled over to Dane, and looked him
up and down. Without a word, he grabbed Dane in one hell of a
tight hug.
“Good to see you too,” Darius said.
“Where’s Blaine?” Dane asked, taking a step to the side
around Darius, going right for the liquor.
“Right here.” Blaine came in with a pissed off look on his face,
a cigar in his mouth, and smoke floating all around him. “Fuckers,”
he mumbled.
“Something wrong, sunshine?” Dane asked with a snicker.
Blaine went right over to the fireplace, which was blazing. He
tossed his cigar into the flames and kicked another log in.
The study was something right out of a gentleman’s book.
Adorned with brown leather furniture, dark oak book shelves, and
leather bound books, the room would be an executive’s dream.
Lamps which gave off soft light and a fireplace in the center with
two chairs facing it shed the only light in the room. There was
even an old redwood desk placed at the far right of the room
positioned in front of the windows and hanging over the fireplace,
a large painting of William Cedric.
Dane watched as Blaine glared up at the paintings, turned
quickly for one of the crystal pitchers that had bourbon in it, and
threw it as hard as he could with a yell at the painting.
“Randal!” Blaine yelled. Within seconds the butler came
rushing into the study. “I want that damn painting out of here. I
don’t give a fuck where you put it, just get it out!”
“Yes, sir,” the butler said in a rush, turning and scurrying from
the room.
“Care to share?” Dane asked.
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Blaine just gave him a glare and Darius leaned on him with an
arm over his shoulder. “Oh, he’s been a grumpy son of a bitch
since I showed up. Think it has something to do with a clause in
the will.”
“Fuck off, Darius,” Blaine pointed a finger at him.
Randal came back in with three more servants and a large
ladder. It took four people to bring the large painting down.
“Did you get cluster fucked again?” Dane asked.
“You have no idea,” Blaine answered.
“Saint Ignatius’s Cathedral boarding school and convent,”
Darius said, getting Dane’s full attention.
“What’s that?” Dane asked.
“Where a one Makayla Tabor is residing.” Darius flopped back
down on the sofa with a sigh. “And the damn place is tightly
secured. If a parent doesn’t want the daughter inside to have
visitors, then she won’t. They do whatever the parents want. No
questions asked.” He crossed one leg over the other. “And
Makayla has pretty much been quarantined.”
Across the room, now leaning on the desk, Blaine lit up
another thin cigar. Dane
herself, looking out at the night sky.
“No, he won’t.”
She snickered low with a small grin, a single tear falling down
her face. “You don’t know him, Dane. If Ryland has a chance to
make money, he’s going to take it.”
He came up behind her, his arms going around her waist, chin
on her shoulder. “Trust me, Samara. Nothing’s going to happen to
Makayla.”
* * * *
“Well, it’s about fucking time you showed your ass.” Dane
walked into Blaine’s mansion and smiled big. Darius Alistair
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lounged with his feet up on an antique sofa in the study.
Darius smiled. At the tender age of twenty-three, he appeared
a boy of only eighteen. He had a cocky smile on his full lips, day
old growth on his chin, and messy looking dark brown hair. Just
the way Dane had always remembered him. He wasn’t dressed
like he had money either. Darius wore faded blue jeans with holes
starting or appearing like they were starting in the knees and one
on the thigh. He had a white t-shirt and leather jacket with shit-
kicker boots.
“A child protégé?” Dane snorted, “Still looks like a punk to
me.”
Darius slowly stood up, strolled over to Dane, and looked him
up and down. Without a word, he grabbed Dane in one hell of a
tight hug.
“Good to see you too,” Darius said.
“Where’s Blaine?” Dane asked, taking a step to the side
around Darius, going right for the liquor.
“Right here.” Blaine came in with a pissed off look on his face,
a cigar in his mouth, and smoke floating all around him. “Fuckers,”
he mumbled.
“Something wrong, sunshine?” Dane asked with a snicker.
Blaine went right over to the fireplace, which was blazing. He
tossed his cigar into the flames and kicked another log in.
The study was something right out of a gentleman’s book.
Adorned with brown leather furniture, dark oak book shelves, and
leather bound books, the room would be an executive’s dream.
Lamps which gave off soft light and a fireplace in the center with
two chairs facing it shed the only light in the room. There was
even an old redwood desk placed at the far right of the room
positioned in front of the windows and hanging over the fireplace,
a large painting of William Cedric.
Dane watched as Blaine glared up at the paintings, turned
quickly for one of the crystal pitchers that had bourbon in it, and
threw it as hard as he could with a yell at the painting.
“Randal!” Blaine yelled. Within seconds the butler came
rushing into the study. “I want that damn painting out of here. I
don’t give a fuck where you put it, just get it out!”
“Yes, sir,” the butler said in a rush, turning and scurrying from
the room.
“Care to share?” Dane asked.
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Blaine just gave him a glare and Darius leaned on him with an
arm over his shoulder. “Oh, he’s been a grumpy son of a bitch
since I showed up. Think it has something to do with a clause in
the will.”
“Fuck off, Darius,” Blaine pointed a finger at him.
Randal came back in with three more servants and a large
ladder. It took four people to bring the large painting down.
“Did you get cluster fucked again?” Dane asked.
“You have no idea,” Blaine answered.
“Saint Ignatius’s Cathedral boarding school and convent,”
Darius said, getting Dane’s full attention.
“What’s that?” Dane asked.
“Where a one Makayla Tabor is residing.” Darius flopped back
down on the sofa with a sigh. “And the damn place is tightly
secured. If a parent doesn’t want the daughter inside to have
visitors, then she won’t. They do whatever the parents want. No
questions asked.” He crossed one leg over the other. “And
Makayla has pretty much been quarantined.”
Across the room, now leaning on the desk, Blaine lit up
another thin cigar. Dane
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