Page 90 of Corrupt Game

I stared at the email, reading it twice. I needed to go to Ireland, now.

“Damn it.” I hit the desk with my fist. “I’ll need to go take care of this myself. Kathy will have to go to help, too.”

“What about her?” Rossi pointed below us.

“We need a little space. I think that having you take care of her meals and needs for the next few days should help us get a little perspective on who she is.” I knew I was lying. I needed the space. The sex had been fantastic and I only wanted to go down and fuck her until we were both exhausted. And then start again.

For me, control was key, and I’d lost control when she climbed into my lap. It needed to be reestablished.

“I know that you’re not her biggest fan, but that doesn’t mean I want you to treat her any differently than I would. Three meals a day and monitor her to make sure that her mental state is okay.”

“Yes, sir.” Rossi nodded. “I’ll take care of her. Considering the situation, I’ll be sure to keep her alive.”

“Mmm…” I muttered, distracted. “See that you do. This should have come to my attention weeks ago.”

Rossi handed me the bag that was packed and ready to go.

My pilot was arriving as I raced out the door.

“She means as much to me as my company, Rossi. I can’t lose her.” I stepped under the loud blades.

He shut the door and signaled that we were clear for takeoff.

I watched the ground fade and found myself wondering when I would be able to see her again.

Distance was needed. It would help me sort out my head. I could still monitor her, so I had that peace.

It was only a thirty minute chopper ride to the airport where my jet was being fueled.

We’d talked about our pasts earlier. I had revealed things that no other living person knew for certain.

Rossi may have guessed certain things over the years, but he hadn’t been around when I’d gone through some of the darkest times of my life. And I certainly never discussed it with him.

In the few short weeks we’d been together, she’d become that ray of sunshine that brightened my day.

This matter needed to be resolved so that I could get back to my girl. I just needed to get my head in order before I sat down to have an honest talk about moving forward with us.

If she was willing to have an us. It might take persuading. I hardened at the thought.

She’d mentioned escaping to the library. When I returned, I’d bring books. I didn’t want to stunt her growth or sense of safety.

There was a difference in the other stuff I was doing to her, but I didn’t want to take her mental stability for granted. Everyone had a breaking point.

My goal had never been to completely break her. I needed her to be loyal and want me in all ways. Maybe this time I’d done my job too well.

When she’d spoken to me of her past, it had made me realize that even though I’d had money, it wasn’t enough to change the fact that we had similarities.

That had to be why I was drawn to her from the very beginning. Like recognized like.

Money and living parents had made no difference to the issues I’d had, except when they made them worse. Collette’s familydied and she’d had no money to speak of, and she’d ended up feeling just as lonely and abandoned as I did.

That was the very reason I was flying across the country and then to Ireland. There were things that needed to be taken care of, and I was the only one that could correct the mistakes that had been made.

Andrew Simpson was dead. Something had gone horribly wrong, and I was going to have to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get my hands dirty, but in this case, it had been easier to send others to investigate.

If I’d been seen nosing around, then whoever had screwed up might have gotten wind of it.

Not trying to brag on myself, but there was someone that was willing to manipulate things for their benefit.