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instinct, I see.” Ellison approached the bar and inspected the Macallan bottle, which I took away from him and slammed back down on the counter. “If I were you, I’d be suggesting a trade.” He focused his icy blue eyes on me as a burning indignation at what I thought he might be suggesting flashed over my face and the back of my neck.
    “A trade?” I asked in a guttural voice just shy of a growl. A betrayal? Filho da puta.
    “Of course, that would depend on exactly how much you want Chloe. She’s a remarkable woman, isn’t she? Smart, educated, beautiful. And for a very firm hand, she’s a very good girl.”
    I got hard, my cock immediately swelling and aching, not just at the thought of Chloe as my submissive but with the need to pummel Penn Ellison to a bloody pulp. That undeniable connection between sex and violence…
    Finishing off the glass of whiskey filled my mouth for a moment and drowned the stream of obscenities Penn Ellison had earned with every word he’d ever said to me. “Are you actually suggesting that if I sell Ilha de Flor to you, you’ll give Chloe to me? Like you even have that power.” I set the glass down carefully, for fear of shattering it with the force of my thinly veiled rage. “Like she’s a possession to be gifted.”
    “Or hoarded away jealously,” he suggested…threatened.
    The sad part of this reprehensible discussion, the pathetic part, was me having to turn back and pour another glass of scotch for the excuse not to look at Ellison. To keep him from seeing my eyes, the way they gleamed, dampened. Because for a moment, I was absolutely willing to give up the only project, the only endeavor, that might have proven me anything less than a total bastard. If it meant keeping Chloe. Like she had no say in the matter.
    “You’re not being serious, Ellison.” It wasn’t a question or a statement. It was a warning.
    He sighed, a chuckle under his breath. “No, I’m not”. But his pause and his tone said otherwise, and he was lucky I only wanted to kill him for it.
    “Get out.”
    Well-prepared, and though every aspect of this encounter had been carefully orchestrated, Penn fished a small white scrap of paper from his pocket and slapped it face down on the bar. “My final offer. It’s more than the island is worth, frankly.” A crooked smile twisted those pretty boy lips. “And more than you warrant, in your position.”
    The way he emphasized of the word warrant made me grit my teeth, and I finally turned to square myself with Ellison. I let him watch me crumple the paper without looking at it and toss it into a dark corner behind the counter. “Get out,” I said again.
    His expression soured, his eyes narrowing and his lips pressing into a hard, menacing line. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, Alexander. What happens here on out is entirely your choice, your fault. Remember that.” He took a swig of the scotch straight out of the bottle and huffed out hard at the end of the swallow. “And don’t get too comfortable with Chloe here. She’s not staying.”
    I wanted to punch him. I wanted to slam that perfect face into the wall and the floor, but I just watched him go. Was there force to that threat? Had he already taken steps? Had I been wrong in assuming Vaz alone was behind the pile of warrants and subpoenas sitting on the small writing desk in my bedroom?
    This raised my ire, and I was happy to have something spark the fight in me. But his final words lingered. Chloe wasn’t staying. I knew that, and it drained the will out of me better than a whole bottle of Macallan.
    ***
    It was work not thinking about Adrian Knight, and no matter how hard I tried, I was never completely successful. As I walked the beach, it was on his island. When I marched barefoot into one of several ridiculously upscale boutiques in the resort and picked up a pair of flats to replace the shoes I’d forgotten at Penn Ellison’s feet, the shop girl only let me take them