He wasn’t a violent person. Really he wasn’t, but he had no other choice. He’d watched them kissing today at the Botanic Garden. Even now the creep’s truck remained parked outside her house. He’d seen her disheveled appearance when she opened the door for Derek. He knew what they’d been up too.
No man had any right to touch her but him. Yep, his mind was made up. The Marine had to die. Once that happened, she’d be his.
He knew the perfect person to contact too. Kane. A guy like him would know people. People who would take out Raimono and not ask any questions. Across the street, Derek exited Allison’s house and drove away, and he slammed his fist into the wall. Damn, they were alone again. Blood trickled down his fingers, but he barely noticed as he pulled his second cell phone from his pocket. From memory, he dialed Kane’s number and waited.
Soon, he’ll be gone forever. And she’ll be all mine.
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