Hide Away

CONTENTS Prologue Four Months Later Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Bonus! Dark Matter Security Team About the Author Also by J.J. Grice 2022 by Jennifer Grice All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance of actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Edited By: Emily Lapeyrouse Cover Design By: Magen McMinimy of McMinimy Design Formatting By: Victoria Ellis of Cruel Ink Editing + Design This book is dedicated to those who love with all their heart. PROLOGUE Jax I wish I could just take this guy out. People like him don’t deserve to fucking live. Even if you take away the shit he pulled with Wyatt and the way he killed his own fucking parents and his brother, he’s still a piece of shit wife-beater. This bastard is basically the definition of evil. But, no matter how much I want to do the world a favor, and kill this fucker right now, I can’t. I know Alec and Wyatt have their reasons for not just taking him out. They want to get Lillie away from him and his associates, they want to make sure she’s safe before we go any further with our plan. I watch as Ian Mansfield gets into a car waiting at the curb of the airport with his boss. His boss might be a total asshole and a serial cheater, but as far as everything else goes, he’s mostly on the up-and-up. As soon as the car pulls away from the curb, I walk to the waiting line of cars. I know which hotel they’re going to, so all I had to do was make sure he got on and off the plane. I’ll catch back up with his whereabouts when I get to the hotel. It only takes me a little over twenty minutes to get to the overpriced and far-too Americanized hotel and I walk in just in time to see Mansfield getting on the sleek elevator. I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Tanner. Room number? His reply is almost immediate. 6098. I make my way to the bank of elevators and wait with the crowd of tourists. I really don’t understand some people. Why would you come to Paris and stay in an American owned hotel? There’s zero history or French architecture within these walls. Even the food they serve in the hotel restaurants isn’t anywhere near authentic french food. I shake my head, trying to hide my annoyance with all these people. They’re also the type of people that will expect everyone they come in contact with to speak perfect English. Ignorant Americans. I park myself in one of the plush lounge chairs at the end of the hall where a large sitting area is placed. I have a perfect view of Mansfield’s end-of-hallway room and the bank of elevators. I swear Tanner couldn’t have made this shit easier for me if he tried. I pull out my book, using it as a shield. It’s almost ten at night when Mansfield leaves his room and I don’t even have to question where he’s going. He’s in France and his wife is back in the states. Of course the bastard is going to go out and try to find a good lay. I wait a few minutes after he’s gotten on the elevator before getting on myself. The lobby is overcrowded with filthy rich Americans dressed to the nines and ready to go out on the town, probably to somewhere that’s just as Americanized as the hotel. I find Mansfield outside waiting for a car and grab the next one. “Where’s everyone heading off to?” I ask the driver as soon as I get in and he’s quick to answer with a list of the popular places for nightlife. At least popular for this crowd. I must look like I’m on the prowl for the night because he explains that one of the clubs is the perfect place to find a ready and willing woman. The way he says it makes my skin crawl. But, unfortunately I know that’s exactly where I’ll find Mansfield. Predictable fucker. I tell him to take me there, and he gives me a sick smile that makes my stomach churn. The moment he pulls up along the curb, I know we’re in the right place. The flood of people lining the building and the fancy-ass cars that file along the street is almost ridiculous. I pay the driver then get out of the car. I get inside the club and make my way through the crowd. Mansfield is parked by the bar, already chatting up a couple of women. I almost roll my eyes at how fucking predictable this jackass is. The music in this place is too fucking loud, the bass is basically shaking the whole building and it smells like sweat and sex in here. I have to force back my gag as I work my way through the bodies of people and toward the back exit. It’s not necessary for me to actually stay here and watch the bastard get his rocks off. I only really need to make sure he stays where he should be in order to give Cole plenty of time to get Lillie