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Chapter ten

Gabe

This woman rocks my world. She’s not leaving. “You’re not leaving, but yes, we are fucking again, but after we eat the pizza we just ordered.”

“You don’t understand,” she says, turning to face me, her damn nipples puckering under my T-shirt, and my cock refuses to ignore just how damn hot she is. It’s hard. I’m hot. This is not the time.

“I understand completely,” I say. “I deal with bad people all the time. I’ve dealt with my share of dangerous people and often. My fucking father is one of those dangerous people. So, if you expect me, or Reid for that matter, to cower, I’m not sure why you came to us in the first place.”

“I don’t expect you to cower,” she snaps back. “I expect just the opposite, but now you have a target on your chest because you’re personal with me.”

“And your ex wants to fuck around but keep you from the ten thousand fucking orgasms he denied you?”

“Yes,” she breathes out. “He wants to keep me from those orgasms. He wants to keep me from any form of happiness or pleasure.”

“Because he still wants you?” I ask, not liking that idea at all.

Her lips thin. “No. He doesn’t want me. I’m not sure I remember when he did. He wants to punish me because the one thing I walked away with in the divorce, the one thing I asked for, he now needs. And I’m not giving it to him.”

The doorbell rings and I scrub my jaw. Damn, I’m hungry, but right now, I want to know what she has that her billionaire ex wants. Especially since it’s the only thing she didn’t walk away from. I run my hands down my legs and stand up. I waste no time paying for the pizza and returning to the living room, but I don’t go for plates or drinks. I turn to her. “What does he want?”

“The property my mother’s office and non-profit animal rescue sits on. She has hundreds of animals there that would be killed elsewhere. During the divorce, I took only a hundred thousand dollars and that land, and the money went to the shelter. He’s a freaking billionaire, Gabe, but I make my own money. I don’t want his. Now, he wants what I own.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know if it’s about making me pay for walking away, or what. I’ve done the searches. I can’t find anything in public records that makes that land valuable.”

“What did he offer you?”

“Pathetic money, too little to even move the animals. This is my mother’s life. Really it’s mine, too. I grew up helping her. I still help her.”

“How’d you come by the property?”

“My ex bought it for me as a birthday gift our first year together.”

“What aren’t you telling me? It seems like you’re the one holding the cards. He pays you and pays you well or you walk from the deal.”

“He’s not going to pay me well enough to move the animals. This city is high-priced and impossible as far as regulations go. We can’t just up and move, and because we won’t, they’re playing dirty. My mother is suddenly getting all kinds of fines. Even the Fire Marshall has been out. We don’t have the money for those fines.”

“How much would you need to move?”

“We bought it for two million dollars and it was a mess. It’s now worth double that, but I literally can’t find a place that will work for what my ex is offering.”

“What is he offering?”

We go through the numbers and sure enough, her ex is trying to screw her. I have no doubt that a property that houses a non-profit animal shelter isn’t easy to come by. I grab my phone from my pocket. She grabs my hand holding it. “What are you doing?”

“Calling Reid.”

“Isn’t he on his honeymoon?”

“Yes, what about it?”

“It’s his honeymoon, Gabe.”

“And?”

“Do you not like his wife?”

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