Chapter 27

Wrapped in a black trash bag like some bizarre Halloween costume, Gage lay on the ground, howling in misery, while Elysia kicked and punched him with all the ferocity of a schoolyard. scuffle. Her blows might not have been heavyweight, but given she was sporting stilettos, they certainly left their mark.

Looking every inch the drunken mess, Gage didn’t seem to have the strength to fight back. After a short–lived thrashing, Elysia, gasping for breath and making a grotesque face at her victim, dramatically collapsed on the floor beside him.

Gage groaned his way upright and yanked the trash bag off his head, cursing like a sailor, “Fucking hell, who the hell thinks they can mess with me and live to tell the tale? I’ll make them pay!”

Elysia, feigning a groggy awakening, clutched her head. “Mr. Slater, what happened? My head’s throbbing like someone clocked me.”

“I fucking got jumped. Did you see who it was?”

“No, I was out cold too.”

“The nerve, messing with my plans and hitting me. Don’t worry, babe, I’m calling the troops to

sniff out this rat.”

Swearing under his breath, Gage reached for his phone to call for backup.

Elysia excused herself to the restroom, her face a picture of innocent alarm. But once out of sight, her expression morphed into a colorful tirade of silent curses.

only

thought, anyone could piece together what had happened. Gage had tried to force himself

to admire

her

with a mix of timidity and inner triumph, Elysia’s heart. stopped when

however, greeted her with a smile, “Ms. Thorne, fancy seeing you here again.

realizing they must have witnessed her act, swallowed nervously. Before she could speak, Gage’s voice boomed from behind, “Lowell? Hey, man, you’re here too, perfect! Help me find out who sucker–punched me!”

was familiar with Tarquin and Lowell. He could only see Lowell

twitched manically as she faced an

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knew each other!

be any worse?

desperately whispered into Tarquin’s ear, “He tried to assault me.

disliked personal space invasions, pushed her away with visible

pleading, “I was just working part–time, and he targeted me. I had no choice but to… It

“Get off.

your fifty million. If something happens to me, you

me?” Tarquin’s voice

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