I had to stay on the move. Otherwise, I’d fucking take my rage out on an innocent tree and end up hurting myself in the process.
And I was hurt enough.
I didn’t know if I was going in the right direction or wrong. I had no clue if Elle was still safe or if Greg had done something un-fucking-forgivable.
All I had was the hope I’d be on time.
Tearing down a country road, I jumped as my phone ring-tone split the air.
Answering with hands-free, I grunted, “Where am I going, Larry?”
“Cherry Cove, Medina.”
“Hotel or private house?”
“Fishing chalet.”
“His?”
“Not sure. Couldn’t find any records of him buying another property.”
“How do you know she’s there then?”
“He bought another car—under a friend’s name, but he helped secure the finance. The Dodge Charger is equipped with antitheft GPS. I had someone who owed me a favor switch it on. The car is outside the address I’ve sent to your inbox. I used Google maps to see what sort of abode it was.”
“Your sleuthing never fails to impress me.”
Larry’s voice hid a smile. “You can tell me how great I am later. Get her back, Penn, and then you’re fixing this. You’re telling that poor girl everything. You’re going to be honest.”
I bared my teeth but nodded reluctantly, knowing she’d never want to see me again. “Fine.”
I pressed end, downshifted, and grinned at the growling engine as I cannon-fired after Greg.
According to my GPS, I was just over an hour away.
A mere hour until Elle was mine again and then all my lies would be revealed.
But, at least, she would be safe.
I would be fucking heartbroken, but she would be back where she belonged.
Without me in her world.
Chapter Eleven
Elle
THE PASTA SAT like glue in my stomach.
I’d eaten because I was hungry, but the much-loathed company made nutrition unwanted by my body.
Greg slurped at the tagliatelle, swiping at globs of pesto sauce that splashed against his cheeks.
He grinned as he swirled more pasta onto his fork. “You really are a good cook, Elle.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t poison you.”
He chuckled. “There’s nothing here to poison me with.” He took another bite, eating with his mouth full. Steve would swat him if he saw—he’d been trying to break him of that habit since Greg was little. “No bleach, no cleaning products. Nothing that can harm.”
I reached for my water glass, hating how the links clinked over the table and threatened to slide through my lunch. Hoisting my other wrist, I balanced the foot of chain above the plate and awkwardly took a drink.
Greg never took his eyes off me.
Bastard.
I glanced out the window at the sparkling lake and sunshine. If I were here with any other person, it would be the perfect vacation away from working so hard. A vacation I’d never had. I would walk around the lake, have a picnic, read a book beneath a tree, and then come back and make love to whoever had brought me here.
Penn.
You would’ve made love to Penn.
I shut down my thoughts.
I didn’t want him in my head.
He wasn’t allowed or permitted inside my mind anymore. Twenty-four hours ago, I would’ve given him the benefit of the doubt and listened to what he had to say.
That was before the necklace.
Now, I would tell him to go away—no matter what explanations he formed.
Greg finished his last mouthful, smacking his lips and pushing the plate away. He nodded in appreciation. “Best lunch I’ve had in a while.”
“You obviously don’t get out much then.”
“I work for you.” His eyes narrowed. “I normally work through my lunch break because you expect so much from your staff.”
I couldn’t let him get away with that bullshit. “Whatever, Greg, your executive assistant does her job and yours combined. You’re never in your office; you’re always off site.”
His lips tightened.
“What? You think I don’t notice? That I don’t keep an eye on my employees?” I dragged out the word, enjoying the way he shifted full of annoyance in his chair. “It’s my company. Of course, I’m aware of who’s doing a good job and who isn’t. And I hate to say it, but you’ve never done a good job. Even from the first day Steve asked Dad to give you that position. You’ve taken your salary and done nothing for it.”
I wiped my mouth with my napkin, no longer hungry. “In fact, I’ve been claiming your salary as a charity donation on our tax returns because I have to pay your executive assistant twice her normal wage so she doesn’t walk out and leave your department in shambles.”
His mouth hung open. “You truly are a bitch.”
“And you’re just a bastard. Guess we’re even.”
He crossed his arms while I let the chain fall into my lap, the cuffs heavy around my wrists.
“What a way to ruin a nice lunch, Noelle.” He stood, snatching his plate before storming to my side of the table and grabbing mine. “Does it make you feel good to think you’re still so high and fucking mighty?”
I didn’t let his shadow looming over me intimidate me. I straightened my back, glowering directly into his eyes. “First, it’s Elle. I never have, and never will like Noelle. And second, yes it does make me feel good to point out your flaws and show you that whatever this is—” I flashed the engagement ring sparkling on my finger—the same ring I’d tried to pull off for the second time only to earn a slap so hard, I suspected his handprint still glowed on my cheek “—is a sham.”
Furious tears and racing heartbeats wobbled my words. “You’re just like him. You force an engagement on me and expect me to go along with it!” I laughed with disbelief. “I was an idiot where Penn was concerned. I should’ve stood up to him more. Should’ve dug into his background sooner, but I didn’t because beneath his lies, I actually liked the glimpses of normalness.”
I sneered at Greg. “But when I look at you, all I see is rotten greed. All I smell is hunger for things you haven’t earned and never will.”
My hands curled just before his fist connected.
It crunched against my cheekbone, layering upon the last punch, no doubt turning the faint grayness under my eye into a full-on black spot.
My head snapped to the side, my chin lolling on my chest as my arms shot out to grip the table. I teetered on the edge, only a fraction away from falling out of the chair and puddling at his feet.
I’d known it would come to this, yet I couldn’t help myself. I had to tell him off like a silly little child because that was what he was.
A child.
An ignorant little boy who needed a good spanking.
“That’s the last time you’ll ever talk to me like that.” His breath smacked my hair with fury. “Hear me?”
I blinked and dared to shake my head a little. The world righted itself. The pain dimmed. I sat firmer in the chair, planting my elbows on the table and cradling my head. The chain and cuffs hindered me as I hid behind a curtain of tangled hair and pressed exploratory fingers to my puffy, hot cheek.
Ouch.