Blake, seeing there was no one left to come to his rescue if that Cole bastard made another move, scrambled to his feet like a man waking from a nightmare.“You might be enjoying this now,” he spat, trying to summon some spine, “but don’t you ever forget—I’m the heir to the Blackridge Consortium Group! The only heir!”His voice cracked, but he raised it louder, hoping it would drown out the panic clawing at his throat.“I’ll come back for you, Cole! You’ll regret every second of this!” he added, staggering toward the door, already halfway gone.But Cole wasn’t done.He started walking toward Blake, not hurried. Blake halted, twisting back. “What now? You think an apology will fix this?” he hissed. “My father is the fucking president of the Blackridge Consortium Group. By the time he hears about this—you’re dead!”Cole didn’t give a damn about some president.Not when this coward had failed Amanda—and still had the audacity to run his mouth like this?Rage blanketed Cole's senses.Wit