OLIVER CAGE: Return Of The Lionheart

Fifty three

Oliver sat down quietly on the sofa. He tried to be calm, but the adrenaline coursing through his vein defeated this motive. He slowly took a glass of wine and sipped from it, and when he heard footsteps approaching from behind, he decked hus head a little in response.

"Mr Lionheart, you called for me?" Rebecca asked as she came into view. She was dressed in a short blue gress which was rather revealing. She wore extra makeup, and wore a very big smile. She felt wierd smiling when Oliver kept a poker face, but she did not relent.

"Sit down." Oliver said calmly. Rebecca giggled as she took her seat. She watched Oliver carefully when he stood up and started pacing around.

"When I brought you here what did I tell you? I said that I would protect you, did I not? I would keep you safe. I even saved you from that bastard husband of yours..."

"Yes, and I am most grateful..." Rebecca cut him off but Oliver shot her a glare.

"I was not finished." He interrupted. Rebecca was taken aback. She co