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“Hey there, pretty lady,” some guy calls out to me. I ignore him, but he carries on, coming closer, which angers Blue.
“Leave us alone.” I don’t turn, I keep walking. Blue keeps glancing back, his growls growing in intensity as the stranger doesn’t back off.
“Aww, come on, little honey trap, don’t be like that.” More men have joined him now, laughing like this is all fun and games.
I don’t want Blue getting into trouble because these jerks can’t take a hint, but when I face them, Blue starts lunging, growling, and barking like he’s in one of those cage fights. They stop advancing but don’t back off, not until I give Blue’s leash some slack. They scatter when he lunges a little closer this time.
“Good boy, Blue.” I pat his belly and scratch his ears before giving him a treat to lick out of my hand.
The bus ride getting here seemed to take forever, but the walk to my father’s expansive home in Irvine takes us a couple of hours that appear to pass by quicker. I think it’s because I have Blue; I know he’s safe now. Despite the exhaustion that’s been weighing on me all day, I feel lighter than I have in years.
Strolling up the driveway to the main house, my feet are killing me, and I’m ready for a hot shower. “Where the hell have you been?” one of my father's security guards snaps at me while sneering at Blue.
I ignore him as I enter the house. Mom immediately starts fussing over me. “Soren! What happened to you?” Her eyes rove up and down my body, taking in the blood I’m covered in.
“I’d really like to have a shower and change before I explain.” She nods her head, shooing me up the stairs with a promise to have Maggie, our in-house chef, bring me up some dinner.
As soon as I enter my room, I remove Blue’s muzzle and unhook his collar. After showing him where his new bed and water bowl are, I strip out of my dirty clothes before heading into my bathroom and turning on the showerhead.
I only take a few minutes before dragging myself out of the stall. After drying off, I slip on a long sleep shirt, fall into bed, and dream of the man who spoke possessive words to me and made dirty promises with his intense gaze.
CHAPTER 3
Adonis
A week since the bank robbery.
A week since I was shot twice.
A week since she escaped my grasp.
Soren Chambers. Beautiful, perfect, mine.
The daughter of one of the most ruthless criminal attorneys in the state. The man has no qualms about who his clients are, doesn’t care what they do. All he’s ever after is the all-mighty dollar.
Greed fuels him, meaning he’s not my kind of attorney. He can be bought; I need men of loyalty. It helps that I pad the pockets of those who remain by my side.
But my girl is locked away in his castle.
For now.
I’ve been forced to “relax” for at least another week, so I’ve sent Zak and Eli to fetch her for me. It’s already been too long since I’ve had my hands on her, and I need them there again. I need Daddy’s baby girl in my bed.
Drew and Craig set up the family room so I don’t have to hike my brute ass up the stairs to my room and rip the stitches in my thigh once again. It’s happened three times so far, and now I’m not allowed to lift a fucking finger without someone shoving me back into my chaise sofa.
“They’re here,” Joe says from his perch near the window. Muting the movie I’d just put on, I toss the blanket aside with every intention of getting up to meet Soren at the door, but Joe shoves me back down before my feet hit the floor.
“When I can get up again, I’m kicking your ass.” I’ve been making these same threats all week, but nobody listens to me. It’s a damn good thing Zak has banned anyone from the house except my most trusted men and my housekeeper, Sally. She’s like everyone’s mother around here.
“Miss Chambers,” I hear Joe utter as he opens the door for her.
There’s a growl and the snapping of a strong jaw before I see my princess come walking in, a beast of a dog leading the way. “What the fuck is that thing?” Half an ear is missing, scars cover most of its muzzle, and razor-sharp teeth are bared at Joe as the big man backs away.
“His name is Blue.” Soren’s eyes are filled with fire as she meets my gaze from across the room. They soften when she realizes my sad state—a bandage encases my thigh, and another covers my shoulder. Both are reminders of the reason we met.
“And what exactly is Blue?” I know he’s a dog, but he’s fucking ugly.
“He was part of a dogfighting ring that was rescued eight months ago. Two months later, I met him. When the shelter decided he wasn’t redeemable, I set my mind to proving them wrong, and after the robbery, I adopted him.” Her chin rises in challenge.
