“You lost. Now, you can walk away and keep your career, money, and life, or you can go to war with me. And, believe me, darlin’, I’m not bragging when I tell you this. I will destroy you. And when I’m done, I’ll give you the gun to end your miserable existence just so I can piss on your grave.” My voice sounds like a caress, yet my hand tightens on her neck. She struggles, her nails digging into my chest.

“The choice is yours.” I let go of her and she stumbles back, sitting down at the end of the bed.

“You wouldn’t dare—”

“I dare everything. In fact, my cock is hard just thinking about it.” I reach for my dick. “Now, pack your shit and don’t be here when I get back.”

As I move around her, she stares at me wide-eyed, fear keeping her ugly mouth shut.

“I’ll delete it,” she says at last, her voice flat.

The beast in me has been unleashed, though, and I almost want to thank her for making it happen.

“I thought you’d make the right choice,” I say over my shoulder as I leave her.

Texting Iain, I make my way downstairs. I head straight to the kitchen and take her phone and purse, then walk to my office.

Iain is already there, along with Eddie and Larry, my assistant. “I want someone on her twenty-four-seven,” I say to Iain, tossing her phone to Larry and setting her purse down.

“Transfer all her stuff, then strip it. Get into all her bank accounts.” Larry looks up as he plugs her phone into my laptop.

“You want me to freeze the accounts?” He starts to type on the laptop.

“Just one. She’s desperate right now. It’ll send her a message that I’m not fucking around. We can reassess when I get back.”

I look over at Iain. “I’ll take the G6.”

He nods. “I’ll get the team ready.”

Larry hands me back Rachel’s phone and rummages through her purse.

I hand the phone to Iain. “Here, give this back to her. Tell her if she wants her business shit, she can talk to Larry.”

He pockets the phone. “I’ll take care of Rachel. You have nothing to worry about. Jerry’s waiting to take you to the hangar.”

Nodding, I prepare to push on Rebecca’s number and look back at Larry. “Send me that video she has of Raven and me, please.”

Poor Larry turns red, but nods. I grin. I’m a sick fuck, and the thought of being able to watch my Lolita come, on my phone, Christ, the mere thought of it is making me hard.

“Thanks, man.” I walk out and press on Rebecca’s number.

“Good morning, Mr. Powers.”

“Morning, Becca. I need you to give all my cases to Mike.”

“Is everything okay?” Her typically calm voice disappears.