Chapter 5

Dane's death warning hung in the dead silence of the living room. The sheer, icy malice in his voice made the air feel too thick to breathe.

Josephus's fingers went numb. He dropped the metal golf club.

The heavy club hit the hardwood floor with a loud, ringing clatter. The sound made Kathleen and Kailee flinch violently, pulling their knees to their chests in the corner of the room.

Dane tightened his arm around Cassie's waist. The pressure was almost painful. Through the fabric of his suit, Cassie could feel a faint, high-frequency tremor running through his hard muscles. He was violently angry.

Adrian stepped forward. His face was devoid of expression. He held a thick, black leather folder in his hand.

He walked right up to Josephus and slammed the heavy folder directly into the older man's chest.

Josephus gasped, his hands fumbling to catch the folder before it hit the ground. He flipped it open with shaking fingers. His eyes darted over the bold legal text at the top of the page. It was the absolute transfer of Cassie's trust fund.

All the blood drained from Josephus's face. His lips turned a pale, sickly blue.

"Sign it," Adrian commanded, his voice sharp and mechanical. "If you refuse, Gilmore Enterprises will be forced into bankruptcy liquidation in exactly ten minutes."

Josephus's knees wobbled. He looked like he was going to vomit.

Kathleen scrambled up from the floor. She plastered a desperate, ugly smile on her face and took a step toward Dane.

"Mr. Frederick, please, this is just a family misunderstanding-"

Dane's gaze snapped to her, cold and utterly dismissive, as if looking at something entirely insignificant. The unspoken contempt in his dark eyes made Kathleen's practiced smile stiffen on her face, the desperate words dying on her lips.

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward. They grabbed Kathleen by the shoulders and shoved her roughly backward. She crashed hard onto the sofa. Kailee let out a muffled squeak of terror and covered her mouth with both hands, tears streaming down her bruised face.

Josephus pulled a gold fountain pen from his breast pocket. His hand shook so badly he could barely remove the cap. He pressed the nib to the paper and scribbled his signature. A single tear of pure humiliation leaked from his eye and dropped onto the leather folder.

Adrian snatched the folder back. He checked the signature, snapped the folder shut, and gave Dane a single nod.

Cassie watched the exchange from the safety of Dane's chest. A dark, heavy satisfaction settled in her stomach.

Dane looked down at Cassie. His eyes rapidly scanned her body, checking for injuries. His gaze stopped at the hem of her designer dress. The fabric was torn, and multiple bleeding scratches marred her calves from the shattered glass.

The violent aura radiating from Dane exploded.

"Who touched her?" Dane's voice was a low, demonic growl. The pressure in the room became physically unbearable.

Josephus's legs finally gave out. He collapsed onto his knees, his hands pressing into the broken glass on the floor.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!" Josephus begged, pressing his forehead toward the floor, completely abandoning his dignity.

Cassie stared down at the man who had tormented her for years. She felt absolutely nothing.

Dane lifted his long leg and kicked the heavy leather armchair in front of him.

The massive chair flew backward and smashed into the wall with a deafening crash. Kailee screamed again, burying her face in her mother's chest.

"Gilmore Enterprises is blacklisted," Dane announced to the room. His voice was cold and final. "You are finished."

Josephus let out a pathetic wail and slumped entirely onto the floor, a broken man.

Dane didn't look at them again. He shifted his grip, sliding his hand down Cassie's arm until his long fingers intertwined tightly with hers.

He turned and pulled her toward the ruined front door. The crushing grip of his hand sent a wave of absolute security straight to Cassie's core.

As they reached the doorway, Dane stopped. He didn't turn around.

"If any of you ever come near my wife again, I will bury you," he stated.

Cassie let him pull her out of the house. The bright morning sunlight hit her face, warming her cold skin. She glanced back over her shoulder one last time, looking at the shattered, pathetic remains of the Gilmore family.

The bodyguards filed out behind them, leaving the house in dead silence.

A massive, black armored Maybach was idling at the bottom of the stone steps. The driver pulled the heavy rear door open and bowed his head.

Dane placed his hand firmly on the top of Cassie's head, shielding her as she ducked into the dark, luxurious cabin. The soft leather seat embraced her aching body.

Dane slid in right next to her. The heavy door slammed shut, instantly cutting off the outside world.

The engine rumbled deep in the chassis. The Maybach pulled away from the curb, leaving the wealthy Long Island estate behind.

Cassie turned her head. Dane was leaning back against the seat, his eyes closed. He reached up and yanked his silk tie loose. The muscles in his jaw were tight, and his chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven breaths. The violent energy from the house was still clinging to him.

Cassie realized he was struggling to suppress a severe physical reaction.

"Thank you," Cassie said softly. Her voice broke the heavy silence in the car.

Dane's eyes snapped open. His dark, intense gaze locked onto her face.

He let out a harsh, bitter scoff. "What is mine, no one else touches."

The raw possessiveness in his words sent a strange, hot flutter through Cassie's stomach.

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a wet wipe. She looked down at her hands, carefully wiping the dust and faint streaks of blood from her knuckles.

Dane didn't look away. His eyes tracked every tiny movement of her fingers.

The Maybach merged onto the highway. The trees outside blurred into a continuous green line.

Cassie tossed the dirty wipe into the small silver trash compartment. She took a deep breath, her chest expanding. She turned her body slightly to face him.

It was time to test the limits of this protection.

"I need to tell you something," Cassie said, her voice steady. "I am not the real Cassie Gilmore. I am a substitute. A fake."

She stopped talking. She sat perfectly still, waiting for the explosion.

The air inside the Maybach turned to solid ice.