Chapter 111

Nora POV

Sel paces the length of the living room while Marcus stands by the window watching the street below like he expects trouble to drive right up to the curb. David sits beside me on the sofa, close enough that our thighs touch, with his hand resting on my knee.

I haven’t moved in twenty minutes. The ledger lies open on the coffee table in front of us with its pages spread. Malcolm’s handwriting stares back listing debts and names and amounts that once bought silence and power. Now it sits here, useless, because the man who stole my daughter already has what he needs from it.

“We use you,” Sel says, stopping mid-stride to look at me. “Last night you said the second he heard you were with David again was when he snapped and took her right? That kind of jealousy cannot be faked. He’s in love with you.”

“So what