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Caleb
The men at the gates stared at us, unwilling to open them.
“Tell your master we’re here to see him,” Corey ordered. Our bikes’ engines grumbled loudly in the still and quiet darkness surrounding the posh manor.
“Show your faces,” said one of the guards.
A quiet sigh escaped me. The men guarding the Beckett household were a bunch of pussies.
Corey took off his helmet and raked his fingers through his long, dark strands. “Satisfied?”
I opened the visor of mine, letting the guards have a glimpse my face as well.
The men recognized us immediately. I was sure they were familiar with our faces because we were some of the VIPs who’d visited the manor before.
The heavy gates slid open.
Closing up my visor, I shot forward. The sound of Corey’s bike sounded right behind me as I headed toward the manor, glittering like a jewel against the inky night sky.
We stopped our bikes before the front entrance. To our surprise, the doors were already open, light spilling out and brightening the neat courtyard.
Getting off our bikes, we marched forward, intent on getting Milla away from the creep.
Over the last week, we’d made sure it was Luke who paid the guy at the garage to mess with Corey’s bike. He never openly showed any signs of enmity with us, allowing him to stay off our radars until now.
Entering the vast entrance hall, I let my gaze sweep over every corner.
An elderly man was seated on a couch nearby. He stared at us dumbly, taking in our leather attires.
“Who are you two?” he asked, straightening up in his seat.
“Where’s Luke?” I asked.
“Right over here,” a mocking voice sounded from the corner. Luke walked into the room, looking quite at home. “What are you guys doing here? I thought you’d be enjoying the party at your own place.”
“Where’s Milla?” Corey asked at once.
“She’s safe.”
“Bring her here,” I said through clenched teeth. “We’re taking her home.”
Luke’s face morphed into a mask of cold defiance. “I don’t think so. She’s my guest and I can’t let you hurt her.”
I scoffed. “Pretty words from a murderer.”
Luke’s eyes widened slightly, the only indication our words surprised him.
“Master Beckett, where is the patient?” the old geezer spoke up. “Will she see me or not?”
“She’s agreed to see you but let me deal with these uninvited guests first,” said Luke. He turned his attention back on us. “You guys can leave. She won’t go with you.”
Anger flared inside me. “Who are you to dictate what she wants? Bring her out or we’ll find her ourselves.”
“Aren’t you satisfied yet?” he asked. “What you guys did to her was cruel enough. She’s just starting to come around. I even called our family physician to take a look at her. I’m saying this again. Milla is safe with me. She’ll go back whenshefeels like it.”
Anxiety gripped me by the throat. How bad was it that this creep called her a doctor?
“We’re taking her home,” said Corey, his expression mirroring mine. “She’ll have someone to look after her there.”
