Page 77 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)

I flip on the nightstand lamp, and a stack of documents that wasn’t there before greets me.

My loan from the bank. The promissory note is stamped Paid in Full with yesterday’s date. The line of credit. The term note. All of it. Almost two million dollars’ worth of debt, all paid in full. I flip through the documents, on the verge of losing my mind as my stomach twists into knots.

Mount did this. I have no doubt about that.

When I reach the bottom of the pile, I find a note in the handwriting I was expecting to find in the box.

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Now the debt’s over two million.

I own you.

Feel free to tattoo that on your ass, just so there’s no confusion in your mind.

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That smug asshole.

I’m going to kill him.

I yank open the nightstand drawer, but the lockbox where I keep the gun is gone.

Mount.

No matter what happens in my life, it seems, the answer lately is Mount.

Someone bangs on my apartment door, and I stalk toward it.

Go down fighting or die trying. That’s how I walked into this, and that’s how I’m going to end it.

I flip the dead bolts and fling open the door, but it’s not Mount outside.

“I’ve missed you, Keira. I hear you haven’t been missing me.”

I blink twice, unable to comprehend the fact that my dead husband is standing in front of me—very much alive—before everything goes black.

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