Dumped Today Married Tomorrow: My Overnight Wedding to a Tycoon novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Baldy and Scarface finally got a good look at who’d kicked down their door–and the color drained right out of their faces.

They clearly knew exactly who Cassian Rhodes was, and that they’d just royally screwed themselves.

“Mr… Mr. Rhodes! Look, this is all just a big misunderstanding!” Baldy’s voice cracked with pure

terror.

Scarface was doubled over, clutching his ribs. “Please, sir, we’re sorry! We were just doing what we

were told…”

How the hell had Cassian tracked them down? This place was in the ass–end of nowhere.

Anastasia had been running on pure fight–or–flight mode, but seeing Cassian made everything feel unreal, like maybe she was hallucinating.

She pulled his jacket tighter around herself, her voice barely a whisper. “Tell me who hired you.

Now.”

She was pretty sure she already knew, but she needed to hear them say it.

The two assholes looked at each other and stayed quiet.

Apparently they had some twisted code about not snitching on their clients.

Cassian barely lifted his hand, and his guys moved in immediately.

“Break some bones. Keep going until they feel like sharing.”

Scarface completely lost it, shaking like he was having a seizure. “Okay, okay! It was Whitney Stone and Valeria Kingsley! They paid us to snatch this chick and film some nasty shit… God, we had no clue she was yours!”

“We’ll never do anything like this again, I swear! Mr. Rhodes, please! I got three kids at home!” Baldy looked ready to piss himself.

They were so fucked. How could they have been this stupid?

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Chapter 34

Cassian Rhodes was basically the boogeyman in an expensive suit. You didn’t mess with his people

and live to tell about it.

Those bitches should’ve mentioned this girl was under his protection! They never would’ve touched

this job if they’d known!

Cassian’s face went granite–hard. He hadn’t realized the kind of sharks swimming around Anastasia.

Anastasia took a couple unsteady steps back, looking like she’d been slapped.

She’d suspected it, but hearing it spelled out like that was a whole different kind of gut punch.

None of this made sense.

She’d already walked away from the Kingsley family, practically declared war on her own father.

Why were they still trying to destroy her with this sick, twisted crap?

Anastasia’s mouth set in a hard line, her eyes turning to steel.

If they wanted to play in the gutter, fine. She’d show them what dirty really looked like.

Cassian’s voice was ice–cold. “I’m calling the cops.”

Anastasia shook her head firmly. “No. We’re not involving the police.”

Cassian stared at her. “What? Why the hell not? These pieces of shit can’t just walk away from this.

Don’t worry–I’ll handle whatever comes next.”

He figured she was scared of making more enemies or something.

Anastasia turned to Baldy, her voice calm as death. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to call Whitney Stone right now. Tell her your little scheme blew up in your faces, and if she doesn’t

want this mess going public, she needs to transfer thirty million dollars. Today.”

Everyone in that warehouse just stared at her like she’d grown a second head.

Even Cassian’s eyebrows shot up, though a slow smile started spreading across his face.