It felt as though he was taking her down the Green Mile, right to the executioner's block. He didn't know details about Jones's private life , but he'd heard rumours. The one thing James did know was that Jones wanted complete obedience from his women. How he got it was what troubled James.
It didn't matter. It wasn't his business. He only wished he could offer her hope, or even comfort. At the very least he wanted to tell her he was more than he seemed, that he wasn't a bastard. But that could end up very badly. For lots and lots of people. So he kept his expression neutral, his body several steps behind her, his gaze just over her left shoulder.
All he could do was look forward to the end, to the day he put Jones down once and for all. Jones was going to pay for a multitude of sins and James would take great pleasure teaching him the error of his ways.
Until then, he couldn't afford to be distracted, not even by Kelly.
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Not-So-Secret
RomanceLike father . . . like son. The empty crib, the warning note - Kelly Declaremount-black recognised the signs that her secret life had been discovered. To save her son, she became the willing captive of a man arrogantly convinced that her baby was hi...
