HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 49

Alaric’s POV:

This was not how I thought today would end. It wasn’t how I planned my time with Meadow was going to end–not when I wasn’t done doing all the things I wanted to do to her tonight.

And this absolutely wasn’t how I planned to meet Juniper Russell officially for the first time. But now I had no choice.

“She stabbed someone,” Trip had said. “A female orderly who’s currently in surgery.”

My grip tightened around the wheel. Not that I was surprised. I had a feeling that since she didn’t know who put her there, she was going to try to cause a ruckus.

I just didn’t think it would be something like this.

I had to lie to Meadow, tell her that it was just something at the office. Because if I’d told the truth, she would’ve wanted to tag along.

And as much as I knew I wouldn’t have let her, I’d rather not have that inconvenience sitting on my fucking head.

When I got to the facility, Trip was already waiting for me in the parking lot. He rushed over to my Aston Martin, pulling the door open before I could reach for it myself.

“Sir.”

“Who the fuck gave her a knife?” My voice was low, calm.

Trip walked beside me toward the doors. “Wasn’t a knife. It was a scalpel,” he grunted. “She must’ve stolen it from the medical wing.”

“And she was in the medical wing, why?”

The nurses at the reception straightened the moment we stepped into the building, but I didn’t spare them a glance. I only had one destination in mind.

“Said something about an upset stomach,” he replied, as we stepped into the elevator. “Which the other orderlies now realize was just a ploy to snatch the scalpel.”

“Fuck,” I cursed.

“Yeah,” Trip murmured. “Although, considering the fact that you haven’t come to see her once, she’s probably just trying to get the attention of whoever put her here.”

My jaw clenched. “Yeah, I figured.”

Normally, I’d ignore her, let her act however she wanted and still not release her until I was ready, but she stabbed someone. Put an innocent life in jeopardy.

We stepped out of the elevator and Trip led me to one of the private rooms down the hall. There, we waited, and it wasn’t long before I heard her voice.

“Let go of me!” she yelled. “Let me fucking go–fuck you!”

Something settled in my chest. She sounded exactly like Meadow–only difference was that her voice sounded hoarse, probably from all the screaming she must’ve been doing here.

My mouth twitched. This was the perfect punishment for someone like her. I lowered myself onto the chair behind the desk.

“Yep,” Trip grunted under his breath. “That’s her, alright.”

“What the hell do you want from me? Where are you taking me?!”

The door was pushed open and two male orderlies walked in with Juniper, their grip tight on each of her arms.

“What are you…” she trailed off when her eyes met Trip’s. “You. I remember… you took me, didn’t you?” she asked, probably remembering the night that she’d been taken.

The night she exhibited wickedness to her own flesh and blood.

Juniper tried to charge toward him. “Why the hell did you bring me here?” she gritted out.

“He’s not the one you should be asking that,” I said calmly, getting bored of her theatrics already.

And then, as if she’d just realized that there was someone else in the room, she stopped fighting the orderlies, and then her eyes shifted to me.

My breath nearly caught in my throat.

I knew that they were identical twins, but nothing on this earth could’ve prepared me for the sight in front of me.

The only difference between them was the wild look of hatred and annoyance in her hazel eyes, and the obvious hatred in her heart.

They were polar opposites.

Juniper’s brows pulled together. “Who the hell are you?”

I nodded at the orderlies, silently asking them to let her go and leave the room. And reluctantly, they did. Then, I turned to Trip.

“Sir,” Trip started to protest. “With all due respect, this woman has a penchant for violence.”

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