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I leave though I shouldn’t, lured back to Skye and her soft skin and sweet pussy. My jaw hurts from the tension caused by the constant battle between my desire and hatred for her. But both urge me to return to her side, to pull her against me. To taste her again and make her come.
My hand begins to shake as my driver seems to take the longest route to Lilly’s Den, like a fucking drug addict aware that a fix is just around the corner but still so far out of reach.
“Frank,” I grit through my teeth. “Can’t you drive faster?”
“Driving faster only takes you to an early grave. Is that what you want, boss?”
I grumble my response so as not to disrespect my elder. The moment the car stops in front of the shop, I rush out to get the items I ordered this morning. I’m back in the vehicle within minutes. “Let’s go.”
“She must be some girl.” His gaze meets mine through the rearview mirror and he laughs. “I’ve never seen you this eager.”
I don’t justify his stupid remark with an answer. Instead, I pick up the call that’s coming in to my cell phone. It’s from my doorman.
“What is it, Charles?”
“Landon is here,” he says. “I told him you were at the office, but he insisted on waiting for you in the house.”
“Motherfucker.” I clutch the phone hard to keep myself from throwing it out the window. “What the fuck is he doing there?”
“He just said he needs to speak with you.”
I can’t legally keep him out of the house, not when it’s under Father’s name. But Landon stopped showing up unannounced when I removed any and all important documents. There’s nothing of value for him to swipe.
Except there is.
“Charles, get in that house and find Miss Cameron. Escort her to my suite upstairs.”
“Shit!” He curses and I hear what sounds like rattling and the other men whispering. “He’s set the inside lock.”
“I’m less than two minutes away, but keep trying.”
I open up the app that connects me to the cameras in the house and go room to room in search of my brother. When I find him, the desire to kill something fills my veins, heating my blood to nearly a boil.
He’s in the study at the liquor cabinet. Though I can’t hear what he’s saying, I can tell he’s speaking. I tweak the camera in the direction Landon is staring to find Skye cautiously moving around my desk.
The doe eyes she used with me are gone. In their place is a narrowed gaze. Her body language doesn’t scream fear but distrust.
Then, to my surprise, she smiles and says something, right before she makes a beeline for the door.
In two strides, he reaches her, grabs her by the arm, and drags her back inside. My vision goes red as I watch him press her against the wall and insinuate his leg between hers.
“Frank, step on that fucking gas,” I order.
We arrive at the house a minute later. I throw the door open before the car has come to a complete stop. When I enter the vestibule, Charles is pounding on the door while another one of my security detail is working to pick the lock.
I have the key already in hand and before anyone can greet me, I’m storming through the foyer toward the study, my ears pounding and my skin on fire.
“I’m not a whore.” I hear her say.
They come into view and what I see spins me into another level of rage.
His fingers around her neck, his teeth bared and so close to her face. “You’re his whore, and when I buy you from him, you’ll be my whore. Or maybe when he’s tired of your cunt, he’ll just hand you over for free.”
“Let me go!” she cries.
I barely register his weight as I haul him off her and throw him across the room. Then I’m on him, my fist making contact with his chin once before I regain some semblance of control and stand.
“What the fuck was that for?” Landon demands, wiping blood off his bottom lip. “Fucking asshole.”
