The Deadly Series Boxed Set by Jaycee Clark

Author:Jaycee Clark [Jaycee Clark]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Mystery & Suspense, Suspense, alpha male, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Jaycee Clark, Erotic Romance, Kinncaid brothers, contemporary romance
Publisher: Beyond the Page Publishing
Published: 2013-09-24T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

The opera poured out of her, straining, straining to hold that last note.

She didn’t want to disappoint him. Never disappoint him. It was worse when he was disappointed.

The stage lights glared, bright and hot. Christian could see nothing other than the empty silent stage.

But she could hear voices.

“Josephine . . . Josephine . . .”

She whirled around, the beautiful ice-blue gown swishing around her legs.

“My Angel . . . Come to me. Come, sing. You are mine, you can’t sing for anyone else. Mine.”

Where was he? She heard Richard, but his voice moved around her, above her as if he never stayed still. It lingered and stretched so that one whisper ran into the next. The scent of those sweet cigars he smoked swirled with the tangy smell of brandy, a heady fragrance that churned her stomach.

Chills skittered up her back.

“Christian?”

Brayden.

She sighed and turned again, but their voices mixed, rose together.

“Help me, Brayden. Please, help me!” she cried.

“You won’t let me,” he said.

Richard’s smooth, throaty laugh danced around her. “Oh what a tangled web we weave . . . She’s mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Help me, please.”

“You have to let go first,” Brayden’s voice told her just as he stepped up beside her.

Richard appeared on the other side, holding ropes and a gag; a camera hung from his neck, and that look glinted in his eyes. “Mine,” he whispered.

Warm tears trailed down her face.

Brayden held a hand out to her. “Take my hand, Christian. Open up and talk to me, and I can help you.”

She was looking from one to the other, one to the other.

Brayden’s eyes pulled her to him, drew her attention from all else.

“Let it go,” he coaxed.

“Mine,” Richard’s voice whispered behind her.

She didn’t turn around, her attention solely focused on Brayden.

“Christian, don’t let him win. Take a stand and fight!” Brayden told her.

For a moment, she stood undecided, then reached for Brayden’s hand, their fingers inches apart.

“Funerals are pesky things to plan, aren’t they, Josephine?” Richard murmured.

Funerals. Oh, God.

She jerked, clasped her hand to her chest.

“Christian?” Brayden asked.

She took a step back.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, I love you too much. I can’t!” She backed away again, another step then another.

All she saw was the disappointment and hurt in Brayden’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

His hand was still outstretched. “Christian, don’t!”

One more step behind. An arm snaked around her, and Richard whispered in her ear. “See, you always come back to me. You will always be mine.”

A rope pulled tight around her neck, tighter and tighter.

“Nooooooooo!” she screamed, and realized her mistake too late.

Hands held her.

“No, no, no.” She fought them off, tried to pull away.

“Christian! Christian! Wake up, damn it!”

Brayden’s voice finally filtered through the haze of terror, jerking her back to reality—back to their dimly lit room.

“Brayden?”

“Yeah, baby, it’s me.”

She threw her arms around him and held on for dear life.

God, it was so real. So real. She still felt the rope around her neck, cutting off her air.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer to him.

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