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Several Weeks Later

Mason had tried everything in his power to not attend this charity function. The problem was, it was hosted by the Denton men, and Jacob had constantly called him, demanding his and Tamsin’s presence at this function.

There were going to be a lot of wealthy people in attendance. He had already offered up an all-expense-paid vacation to a private island. Whoever bid on it was going to have two weeks of luxury. Of course, anyone who went to his island would be vetted. Again, the island was another gift from his grandfather, much to his father’s annoyance.

Glancing over to his wife, he saw Tamsin’s gloved hands rubbing together. She wore a stunning red dress that molded to her tits and waist, and then flared out at the hips. Her breasts were pushed together, showing off a large expanse of cleavage. Her hair was pulled back with the help of a diamond clip that had once belonged to his grandmother. He’d gifted it to her last Christmas, and when he told her about his grandmother, she had taken care of it.

“You’re nervous,” he said.

“I hate these things. It was easier to be a kid and left at home. Now I feel everyone is watching, hoping I’ll slip up.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Yes, and my brothers and uncles. Your dad.”

“I won’t let my father near you.” She brushed some hair out of her face and expelled a breath.

He took hold of one of her hands, locking their fingers together. “Stop. You have nothing to worry about. If anyone does, it will be me.”

She chuckled. “You’re used to these events. I’m the waste of space.”

“Don’t say that about yourself.”

She’d done her makeup, and he didn’t want to smudge it, even though he badly needed to kiss her. Instead, he lifted her gloved hand to his lips and kissed her.

“Don’t you think this is a little … wrong? We’re going to a charity function, and I’m dressed in an expensive dress with diamonds?”

“I didn’t say any of this was going to make sense.” He winked at her.

There were cameras waiting to take a picture as they rolled up to the event. He ignored them and opened the door. He kept hold of his wife and protected her against the flashing cameras—they all wanted to take a picture of his wife.

No one stopped them as they made their way into the luxury art gallery. Tonight’s event was showcasing some artwork, as well as offering other items for auction.

Mason had no intention of buying anything, but he would make a donation. He didn’t know how long he was expected to stay.

He let go of his wife’s hand and instead placed an arm across her back, drawing her closer to him. Within seconds he had spotted his father, as well as the Denton men. He also noticed the Castillos as well as Delcoties. There were a few politicians, some musicians, businessmen, actors, actresses, and models. It was a full house.

Tamsin took a deep breath by his side.

A waiter passed and he took two glasses of champagne.

“I don’t drink,” Tamsin said.

“I know, baby, but while you have a glass, no one will try to insist on you trying some other concoction.”

“Ah, good thinking.”

She didn’t take a sip.

Wrapping an arm around his wife, he nodded and smiled at several associates. He ignored the Delcoties, even though he had caught Albert’s eye. There was a brief acknowledgement, but it could be easily understood as politeness.

He didn’t want to deal with his father’s questions or potential wrath. He’d yet to talk to Tamsin about Albert’s … revelation.

There was no way he was going to ask his wife to be bait, or put her at risk, or allow her to kill his father. If anyone killed Paul Savonas, it would be him. Tamsin had already been through enough. He wouldn’t ask her for anything else.

“We’re going to have to mingle, aren’t we?” Tamsin asked.

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