Chapter 9
No! No! No!
He looked down at the paper again.
Mr. Shea,
I have found her. She's mine now. But, you know, the more I think about it, the more I would love to have the pair.
So, tell me, Mr. Marine Man, can you protect the pretty Gabrielle?
Damien suddenly turned back to the receptionist. "Who delivered this?" he demanded.
The dark haired young lady stammered. "I-I don't know! It was here when I came back from my break," she replied.
Gabrielle was coming toward him.
s**t.
He didn't want to tell her this, didn't want to destroy her with this news.
His phone chimed in. "I know," he said the minute he answered Philp's call. "Fucker sent me a note."
Philip sighed. "He sent me one, too."
Damien frowned when Gabrielle
