DAMIAN’S POV
We were still cracking up when I caught Martin’s signal from the shadows.
He’s tryin' to break the door?
Motherfu!cker really doesn’t learn.
A slow, dark smile spread across my face, and I threaded my fingers through Cindy’s.
“Come with me, Peony,” I growled, already pulling her toward the house.
“Got one last loose end to tie up.”
“Where are you taking me?”
I didn’t answer her questions.
I just kept that iron grip on her hand and dragged her through the side door, down the dimly lit corridor.
“Damian, slow down! Where the hell are we going?” She squirmed, her heels clicking loudly behind me like gunshots.
“You’ll see,” I tossed over my shoulder, my voice rough with the leftover adrenaline still pumping through my veins.
“Just trust me, baby.”
We hit the guest sui
