Chapter Fifty

Greyson

After Lorenzo told Cecilia that the deal her father made was no longer in effect, Cecilia staggered backward on the tarmac. Without hesitating or worrying whose eyes were upon me, I reached out to her waist, steadying her and pulling her toward me. Her stunning dark gaze met mine, swirling with emotions.

“You’re here,” she whispered.

“I am.”

“I don’t know how this happened.”

“Greyson and Cecilia,” Lorenzo said, “I want to speak to Dante and Elizabeth in private. I hope you two don’t mind being driven to my home separately.” He smiled. “Darren will take the two of you.”

“Miss Abernathy,” a tall man said.

“Parker, I promise, no attempt will be made to flee.”

The big man nodded.

Holding Cecilia’s hand, I whispered, “Is fleeing a problem?”

She smiled at me and at the driver, Darren. “I hope it isn’t necessary from now on.”

“Miss,” Darren said, opening the back door for us.