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Chapter 533
Chapter 533:
“Enough!” he roared over a crack of thunder. “I won’t let you die. I won’t let the child be harmed p>
Alycia went slack against him. Hidden from his view by the curtain of rain and his own broad shoulder, the corners of her mouth curved into a cold, triumphant smile.
She had won. Caleb’s ghost was the perfect shield.
Cole lifted her into his arms and carried her back through the graveyard. The bodyguards rushed forward and spread large black umbrellas over them. He set her gently into the warm, dry backseat of one of the SUVs and shut the heavy door.
He did not get in with her.
He turned away from the vehicle and walked to his own separate SUV, climbed into the driver’s seat, and closed the door on the howling storm and the watching eyes of his security detail. In the sealed silence of the cabin, he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white, staring through the rain-streaked windshield at Caleb’s grave.
He hated this. He hated being maneuvered. He hated the woman sitting in the car behind him. And he hated himself most of all for what he was about to do — shielding the very people who had destroyed June. It was a betrayal. He knew it with perfect clarity. But Caleb’s dying face was branded onto his soul, and some debts could not be rationalized away.
He pulled his phone from his soaked pocket and dialed his Chief Legal Officer.
“Listen to me carefully,” Cole said, his voice flat and hard, each word tasting like acid. “Find the best appellate attorney in the country — the most ruthless one available. File an emergency appeal on the bail denial for Richard and Susan Beasley. I don’t care what it costs. I want this done p>
He ended the call and set the phone on the seat beside him.
T𝗵е 𝗆𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝗈𝘱𝘶𝘭а𝗿 𝘯𝘰𝗏𝘦𝗹𝘀 𝗈𝗻
He kept his eyes on Caleb’s grave through the rain.
He knew he was betraying June again. He knew he was protecting the people who had broken her. But Alycia had built the moral cage around him with careful, patient hands, and there was no door left to walk through. He had no choice.
The freezing rain that had begun at the cemetery followed Cole all the way back to Manhattan.
His black armored SUV idled at the curb, parked directly across from the old, weathered apartment building where June had been renting a unit. Cole sat in the backseat, hidden completely behind the heavy tinted glass, staring without blinking at the cracked revolving door of the building’s entrance.
His stomach knotted violently. A wave of searing, humiliating heat crawled up the back of his throat.
He was the undisputed head of the Compton empire. He controlled billions of dollars and commanded rooms without saying a word. And yet here he was, sitting in the rain like a stray dog, preparing to beg his ex-wife to spare the parents of the woman she despised most in the world.