[Thad’s POV]I don’t bother waiting for the boss’s response before I’m turning and heading down the hall, while he just remains in place watching me. Good. Watch me walk away while your anger bubbles. If my theory is absolutely right, which I was almost certain it was, this would be enough to trigger you to do something more.Along with being certain that the boss and Brielle were together, I was almost positive that he was the one who sent those people after me. Although it was logical to think that bastard back home was responsible, the chances of him finding me were damn near impossible. That only left the masked bastard; after all, he made it clear he was willing to kill when he stabbed me. Since he hadn’t made another move, I was taking matters into my own hands and pushing him to do so.“Send them after me,” I whisper, pushing open the glass doors that lead outside. “Let’s end this sooner than later.”Once I’m out on the street, I turn in the opposite direction of home and begin

[Thad’s POV]When the sun comes the next morning, I don’t waste any time heading out. After tossing and turning for the entire night, I was more than ready to busy myself as a distraction from the war that is raging within me. By the time I arrive at the airport, I’m in a mood until I spot Brielle standing with Mr. Rogers.Her hair is up in a messy bun on top of her head, and she wears an oversized hoodie over a pair of leggings that hide her tiny frame. She looks so normal standing there that I once again wonder why my father is so hell bent on having her killed. Was there something special about her, or was he threatened by her? I didn’t know, but I intended to find out.Plastering a smile on my face, I move forward, throwing an arm around her shoulders while Mr. Rogers watches us with an unreadable expression.“Morning,” I chirp, keeping my voice light. “Has anyone told you that even when you’re not made out, you’re beautiful? I continue, turning my entire attention to Brielle.“I

[Thad’s POV]“Now you’ll be coming from here.”Grayson’s voice drones on and on, giving a play-by-play of how mine and Brielle’s music video should be. Though I’m exhausted, I do my best to listen until finally we can begin. I remain on the edge of the set while a production assistant leads Brielle to the large swing that sits in the middle of the sand with a large mirror beneath it.As she moves, her dress flows around her, looking almost like the clouds themselves. I had to admit that when I first saw her, I truly thought that she was an angel, and that left a sour taste in my mouth. It dredged up my father’s request despite my best attempts at trying not to think about it.Why? Why her? What the hell did she do so wrong to deserve a fate like that? Did it have something to do with that bastard she was with?All these thoughts swirl in my mind while she is carefully helped onto the swing. After she is in place, the assistant heads toward me.“Now,” she begins, her cheeks flushing a

[Thad’s POV]“Great first day! Cheers!”Grayson’s voice booms around us as everyone clinks their drinks together. It’s a fucking mess of voices and music invading each and every one of my senses, and the fact that I’ve barely gotten any sleep just makes things that much worse.Lifting my beer, I take a sip while I let my gaze travel around the table until it comes to rest on Brielle, who is sitting between Mr. Rogers and Grayson. Just from the look on her face, it is clear that she is uncomfortable with her position, but she politely smiles as each man speaks at her.Once again, I’m reminded of how innocent she is, and I can’t help but wonder why my father wants her dead.Dammit, I needed to stop obsessing over this whole situation, especially since I already decided that I was going to take care of her instead of going through with my father’s request. Speaking of that, I still needed to sneak away and give Darlene a call to let her know that our dad was back.With this thought in mi