His Passion (By His Command #4) (7 page)

I moved from the chair and left the room,
going into the garage. I found the button I assumed to open the
garage and pressed it. The room made sound as the ground rumbled
and opened.

My heart went crazy.

There was too much to think about, to care
about.

John had confessed a need for me. John had
given me the way to get Jonathan’s three billion dollars. And he
said someone else called him about the murder? Did that mean Oliver
Rush knew… and brought someone…?

But why was Oliver Rush dead then?

Did someone…

The door opened and I was gone. I bent over
to get out before it could open all the way. I didn’t care how to
close it either, I needed to get to Jonathan. We needed to talk, to
plan. I couldn’t be this far from him.

The outside was terribly cold and
nightmarishly dark. There wasn’t a thing to see once I got off the
ramp that would become the ground when the garage door shut. I
turned to my right and started to move. I made out the dark
silhouette of the cottage and made my way towards it. I wanted to
touch the cottage to guide my way to the front of the house. It
made sense and it had to work.

All I could think about was Jonathan.

Tracking down money that wasn’t there.

Being sidelined by his own father.

I started to appreciate the hate for John
Black.

When my fingers touched the cottage, I
whispered, “Yes…” feeling relief.

A light came on. I looked up and saw a flood
light in the corner of the roof shining down on me. The light
wasn’t that bright but in the pitch black dark it spread out enough
to allow me to see towards the front of the house.

I looked down and let out a gasp.

My feet were in the snow. But there were
other footprints.

Two sets.

Both fresh.

One set going towards the front of the
house. The rounded tip told me they were Jonathan’s shoes.

The other set, however, were pointed towards
me. They had ridges in them, mountain like shoes. Walking
shoes.

Tracking shoes.

I looked up and that overwhelming sense of
being followed came over me again.

I tried to look over my shoulder when a hand
came to my mouth.

I cried out but the sound didn’t have a
chance to carry far.

The flood light turned off.

My eyes couldn’t adjust.

I thought about the paper in my pocket.
Three billion dollars.

I thought about Oliver Rush. Dead… me part
of the murder.

I thought about John Black.

I thought about Jonathan Black… I reached my
hands out and tried to step forward.

It was no use.

Before I could make another move, a hand
sudden appeared against my mouth. Tight. Very tight. Almost
blocking my nose, stopping me from breathing.

When I felt a warm breath touch my ear, I
tried to scream again. This one was louder but not loud enough.

A voice spoke, a voice that neither Jonathan
or his father. And the voice confirmed what a drunk John Black had
suggested…

“
Isabella Grace… I saw everything.
Everything.”

Don’t miss what happens
next in
BY HIS COMMAND #5:
His Urge

With Jonathan Black missing, his father
drunk, and the sense of being watched too overbearing for Isabella
Grace, things take a turn from lonely and strange to something much
worse. In fact, it is like a nightmare coming to life before her
eyes. One that puts billionaire Jonathan Black up against something
he never thought possible.

This is where sides will be chosen, once and
for all. Where command and control mix with emotions so raw,
Isabella Grace teeters on regretting every decision she ever made
with Jonathan Black because the thought of losing him hurts worse
than the thought of never having been under his dominant
command.

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