“That's my necklace,” he snarled at her reflection, his voice a low, guttural growl. "My woman. My life."
He wouldnt acc ept this. He couldn't
If the subtle ways were blocked, he would have to use force. He would gowhere they had to see him where they couldn't ignorehim.
He knew the family was hosting their annual summer kickoff dinner at the Hampton estate this weekend A public family affair
He pulled out his phone his mind clear and sharp with a new, desperate purpose He boughta one-way train ticket to the Hamptons.
Then, he sent a text to the one person in the family who hated Anissas rise as much as he did. His mother, Beatrice.
Mom. I need to be at the dinneron Saturday. You have to get me in
Her r eply was almost instantaneous, a torrent of angry, anxious words. Of course you're coming I'm not facing that litte gold-digging tramp alone. Yourgrandfather has lost his mind We need to do something
A cold, cruel smile spread across Connors face. He had an ally. He had a plan
He leaned his head back against the train seat, the city lights blurring past the window. He closed his eyes, and all he could see was Anissas face, not the soft, loving one he remembered, but the cold, powerful stranger from the news. The jealousy was a physical thing a serpent eollinginhis gut, poisoninghim but also givinghim a terrible strength. He would crash their party. He would take back what was his.