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27. Dante

Chapter 27

Dante

“ W hat’s happening?” I asked.

“We’re at the shooting range, Boss,” Lorenzo said. “She’s getting lessons from the instructor.”

“How is she doing?”

He went silent for a few seconds. “She’s doing okay, but …”

“But what?”

“She needs a lot of practice.”

“Send me a video,” I said and ended the call.

A few minutes later a video arrived.

The first thing I noticed was how unreasonably close he was standing to her as he instructed her on how to fire the gun. I stared with astonishment as the pervert’s hand brushed her back. That was deliberate and totally unnecessary. Damn it to hell, the man was taking advantage of her.

Black fury filled my chest.

I flung my phone away and took deep breaths to calm myself down. I reminded myself of the solemn promise I’d made to Marco and told myself I was acting like a fool. This possessiveness was going to become a big problem if I didn’t nip it in the bud right now. She was not mine to have or keep, only to protect. I was her guardian and I had to learn to stand aside and protect her even on her wedding day to the man of her choice.

I forced myself to pick up my phone and deliberately shifted all my focus to the technique he was showing her. Clearly, he had never shot anyone in his life. The way he was teaching her to hold that gun could get it kicked out of her hand in seconds. I shut my phone. I’d seen enough. I would teach her to shoot myself.

For the rest of the day though, and despite the fact I didn’t explicitly ask for it, Lorenzo kept sending me videos of her as she went about her day. I didn’t mean to monitor her but it was a guilty pleasure to watch her.

She took selfies with some of the waxworks at Madame Tussauds, she sat on a park bench and had something to eat, she fed some pigeons the crumbs, she strolled from Oxford Circus to Piccadilly Circus which was so full of crowds of people it made me slightly nervous, but I trusted my men. I watched her window shop. Sometimes she went in, but she never bought anything.

I wondered why. How much did interns get paid? I didn’t think it would earn her much, though she did live in New York so it couldn’t be that bad. Of course, Marco had left her considerable wealth but she hadn’t sorted through any of it.

I phoned one of my assistants and instructed him to get one of my credit cards to her.

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