All Chapters of A Dangerous Game: Desired By The Billionaire Brothers : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mia Xavier is here.A blues song flowed in her ears. The male singer belted out sad lines about a broken heart.She yanked out his earphones and scanned the swimwear store. It was only her. The whole place must’ve emptied out the moment Mia put her back to the entrance. Now that she turned around, the fact that something was wrong hit her right in her chest. There’s no one here. Only Xavier would clear a packed spot to talk to her.My insides coiled into anxious, bulky knots that weighed her down with each step through vacant clothing racks. Hangers dangled back and forth as if someone had just been there and rushed away, disturbing everything in his or her trail.“Hello?” Part of her knew I was wasting her breath.No one replied.The place was deserted. The mother and two teenage daughters from earlier no longer battled by the dressing area. They’d been arguing about skimpy tops and if the girls were too young to wear them out in public. Mia checked her right. Gone were the perky

“Let me go.” Beating his arm, Mia tried to get out of his hold, but he wouldn’t release her. “Let me go, Xavier.”His grip was solid steel. Anger raged in his hazel gaze and reminded her of a volcano exploding. He turned her toward him and leaned her way. A growl dotted his next words. “You fucked one of them.”She blinked. “You’re not my man.”Chuckling, he looked around as if someone had told him a joke and he wanted to thank them. And then he brought that angry gaze back to her and trapped all Mia's attention. No words left his mouth. The smile fell away. Hurt replaced it. Pain pooled in his hazel eyes. “You fucked him.”It was not fair of him to do this to her. She wasn’t his girlfriend anymore. She no longer could play his sick and twisted games. Long ago, he might’ve been capable of love but no more. Life. The Universe. God or whatever had melted any semblance of humanity away from him. All those things should be guilty for hurting him but not her. Don’t you dare make me fee

Xavier “I don’t like the jeans and shirt.” he cleared his throat. “And before you yell, I didn’t vote for Trump. I just hate the shirt. It’s too crass.”She turned his way. “What the fuck are you doing?”“The dress is a gift. I chose red instead of. . .green. I figured you would like it. Chinese brides wear red for luck—”“Xavier!”“Yes?”“Why did you take me away from the store and—”“I’m keeping you safe.”“You’re the person that’s dangerous.” “Don’t worry. I’m not kidnapping you.”Anger blazed over her face. “You’ve already kidnapped me!”“Kind of, but not really. I’m leaving you alone in an hour and taking you back to your house. We just have to go Rhett’s first.”She held out her hands. “Why the hell are we going to see him? I don’t even talk to him anymore.”“Did you know that he lives across the street from you?”She paused. “He does.” he dug his hands in his pants, pulled out his new Rubik’s cube, and showed it to her. “This is called a Sudokube. See all of the numbers.”In

Xavier “No.” Mia shook her head. “No. This is crazy. I don’t believe you. This. . .this is one of your games. That doesn’t even make sense.” Mia hugged herself more and continued to back away. “What are you talking about? Why would Rhett be dead?”He walked her way but made sure not to get too close. “I’m getting you out of here.” “No.”Xavier formed his fingers into fists and then released them. He hadn’t been used to her going against him in a long time. Everyone else listened and did what they were supposed to do. With Mia, he either had to shut the fuck up or be the aggressor. He calmed himself.“My men and I will escort you over to your house to get a couple of things.”“I’m not going anywhere with you, Xavier.”“You don’t have to stay with me, but you will stay in a hotel of my choosing this evening. Right now, I’m calling the cops. I’m not leaving you alone until we know what happened to Rhett.”She looked at the door. Her words came out hoarse. “Rhett is not dead. None of t

Jax He looked around Mia’s bedroom. He’d been in here once before when she was out volunteering. These past months had kept her busy. Tons of police shootings and causes for her to march in the street and rally about. Although well into the 21st century, America had returned to the 1960s.People were back in the streets protesting about constitutional rights that he’d thought the American people had already decided on—civil liberties and reproductive rights, equality, and abuse by the police.With all the chaos of this country, Jax had only stayed here because of Mia. And that woman had made him love her even more. Every weekend, she stood on the corner with others, screaming and raising her signs. Constantly resisting corruption in society and making sure she fought for the unprotected. There’d been pictures taken by his men of her passing out blankets to homeless people. Another night, he spied her sitting at a candlelight vigil for victims of a shooting states away.Because she