Chapter Twenty-Seven

Rickie had a triumphant smirk. He and his father were two steps closer to getting what they wanted from Milton, the true heir of the Jacksons.

“Hey, Millie.” He greeted him sadistically.

Dominic pushed Milton aside. Findley went to Rickie, their faces almost touching. He warned, “didn’t Troy warn you?”

“Where is he by the way?”

“Findley, let us go,” Milton ordered from the car.

“Yes, young master,” Findley replied, his eyes sending daggers at Rickie who seemed unaffected by Findley and whatever warning Troy did the last time they met.

“Sir, everyone is in position. We will bring him to you.” Rickie reported.

“Good. Make sure his bodyguards don’t notice it is you.” The voice ordered.

Rickie sent an alert to the men he was working with. They were as trained as the men with Milton. How hard would it be to fight three men anyways?

“Darling, you were so sweet and warm.”

Rickie held his breath.

“Did you see his face?” A lady said.

“Yes. He won’t dare come near you again. Never. You are m
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