Chapter 59

• “Let’s go,” I gesture to the men and I walk towards home.
• Brad, one of the Australian bodyguards, laughs. “Your bitch is fuming.”
• “Yeah, I thought he would be.” I smile at the two men with me and shake my head. Adrian is a total prick when he’s angry with me. Nobody else is game—he’s got guts I will give him that. He, however, takes pleasure in it I’m sure. I walk in the front door to find Adrian sitting at my kitchen bench reading the newspaper. He looks up and then back at his paper, deadpan.