(Tyler)
I sat on the bed in Rook's back bedroom. Stared at the wall.
Over a week. I'd been hiding in this room for over a week.
Waiting.
Always waiting.
I could hear Rook on the phone in the living room. Talking to someone. Probably one of his guys.
The plan had changed. Again.
I didn't care anymore. I just wanted results.
I wanted Mirabelle.
My Mirabelle.
She thought she could leave me. Thought she could run away and start a new life. Thought she could be with someone else.
She was wrong.
Mirabelle belonged to me. She'd always belonged to me.
From the moment I met her, I knew she was mine. Quiet. Beautiful. Easy to control.
Perfect.
She never argued. Never talked back. Never questioned me.
Until she left.
That was her first mistake.
Her last mistake would be thinking Rid
