Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series by Simone Holloway Page B
Authors: Simone Holloway
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I’m sorry for that. You deserve better.” He took her hand and kissed it. “I promise you, I’m going to make this right. You and I will have a long vacation when this is over.”
Before Amy could respond, Patrick slowed the car and turned off the headlights. They were nearing his home.
“Let’s get out here,” he said.
Amy stepped out of the car cautiously. The night was dead silent; the streets were empty. Either Hunter and his men hadn’t arrived yet, or they were good at hiding. Both scenarios filled Amy with dread.
Patrick led her to a small opening in the hedge surrounding the estate. He pulled back the overgrowth and motioned for her to enter.
Amy slipped inside. Patrick followed close behind. They traveled quietly in the shadows until they reached the house. Patrick led her to a side entrance used by the house staff.
As they entered Amy held her breath. She listened closely for any hint that they weren’t alone, but the home was silent as a grave.
She followed Patrick down the hall to his office. The large room was cloaked in darkness except for a square of moonlight gently illuminating the desk.
Patrick moved quickly, but Amy lingered at the door. She remembered when Patrick had caught her snooping. She hadn’t even realized he was in the room it was so dark. The thought of Hunter or one of his men hiding in the shadows feet away from her gave her the chills.
Amy hugged the wall and waited for Patrick to find what he was looking for. It felt like ages passed before he finally found the contracts.
He began to walk away from the desk towards the door when he stopped in his tracks. The distinct sound of a round being chambered in a gun froze Amy’s blood. The sound came from somewhere to her right.
She’d known they’d be waiting. A part of her couldn’t help being upset at Patrick. They should’ve waited until sunup, come up with a plan. Too late now, she thought bitterly.
“You just couldn’t let us get rid of the girl, could you?” Hunter’s voice echoed from the darkness like a ghost.
It took Amy a second to understand he was talking about her. When realization dawned on her, something inside her snapped. She was tired of being treated as a pawn. She was more than just, ‘the girl.’ The time to end this was now.
A small, but heavy statue of a stag rested on a pedestal to her left. She picked it up and began inching her way in the dark towards Hunter. She was working blind. The darkness was impenetrable.
Afraid of running straight into him she stopped short and waited for him to speak again. She needed his voice to guide her.
“No,” Patrick replied. “I don’t just dispose of people.”
She heard Hunter breathe in forcefully as if he was suppressing a laugh. She moved towards the sound.
“Did you know that your precious girl was fucking my son?” Hunter said.
It was all Amy needed. Before Patrick could respond or Hunter could move away, she raised the stag and swung as hard as she could in the direction of his voice. Her arm wrenched painfully as she made contact with Hunter’s body.
A shot rang out.
Suddenly Patrick was there, fighting Hunter. She couldn’t see them, but she could hear them wrestling in the dark. Amy ran back to the wall and began feeling along its surface for the light switch.
A second shot rang out. The room was silent. The men had finished fighting. With a unnatural degree of certainty Amy knew one of them was dead. Her shaking hands found the light switch. She closed her eyes and flicked the switch. Slowly, she turned and braced herself for the worst.
Patrick stood over Hunter’s lifeless body. It was a relief to know Patrick was alive, but a part of her couldn’t help feeling sad over Hunter’s wasted life. He was one of the smartest, most successful men she’d ever met, but greed and power had perverted him.
Amy ran to Patrick. He wrapped
Before Amy could respond, Patrick slowed the car and turned off the headlights. They were nearing his home.
“Let’s get out here,” he said.
Amy stepped out of the car cautiously. The night was dead silent; the streets were empty. Either Hunter and his men hadn’t arrived yet, or they were good at hiding. Both scenarios filled Amy with dread.
Patrick led her to a small opening in the hedge surrounding the estate. He pulled back the overgrowth and motioned for her to enter.
Amy slipped inside. Patrick followed close behind. They traveled quietly in the shadows until they reached the house. Patrick led her to a side entrance used by the house staff.
As they entered Amy held her breath. She listened closely for any hint that they weren’t alone, but the home was silent as a grave.
She followed Patrick down the hall to his office. The large room was cloaked in darkness except for a square of moonlight gently illuminating the desk.
Patrick moved quickly, but Amy lingered at the door. She remembered when Patrick had caught her snooping. She hadn’t even realized he was in the room it was so dark. The thought of Hunter or one of his men hiding in the shadows feet away from her gave her the chills.
Amy hugged the wall and waited for Patrick to find what he was looking for. It felt like ages passed before he finally found the contracts.
He began to walk away from the desk towards the door when he stopped in his tracks. The distinct sound of a round being chambered in a gun froze Amy’s blood. The sound came from somewhere to her right.
She’d known they’d be waiting. A part of her couldn’t help being upset at Patrick. They should’ve waited until sunup, come up with a plan. Too late now, she thought bitterly.
“You just couldn’t let us get rid of the girl, could you?” Hunter’s voice echoed from the darkness like a ghost.
It took Amy a second to understand he was talking about her. When realization dawned on her, something inside her snapped. She was tired of being treated as a pawn. She was more than just, ‘the girl.’ The time to end this was now.
A small, but heavy statue of a stag rested on a pedestal to her left. She picked it up and began inching her way in the dark towards Hunter. She was working blind. The darkness was impenetrable.
Afraid of running straight into him she stopped short and waited for him to speak again. She needed his voice to guide her.
“No,” Patrick replied. “I don’t just dispose of people.”
She heard Hunter breathe in forcefully as if he was suppressing a laugh. She moved towards the sound.
“Did you know that your precious girl was fucking my son?” Hunter said.
It was all Amy needed. Before Patrick could respond or Hunter could move away, she raised the stag and swung as hard as she could in the direction of his voice. Her arm wrenched painfully as she made contact with Hunter’s body.
A shot rang out.
Suddenly Patrick was there, fighting Hunter. She couldn’t see them, but she could hear them wrestling in the dark. Amy ran back to the wall and began feeling along its surface for the light switch.
A second shot rang out. The room was silent. The men had finished fighting. With a unnatural degree of certainty Amy knew one of them was dead. Her shaking hands found the light switch. She closed her eyes and flicked the switch. Slowly, she turned and braced herself for the worst.
Patrick stood over Hunter’s lifeless body. It was a relief to know Patrick was alive, but a part of her couldn’t help feeling sad over Hunter’s wasted life. He was one of the smartest, most successful men she’d ever met, but greed and power had perverted him.
Amy ran to Patrick. He wrapped
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