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I tasted life in her kiss, and I needed more.
I felt alive for the first time since I’d returned home.
She was right.
She was a fucking drug, and I was her addict.
I slowly pulled away, reluctantly, but the need to protect her overcame my need to taste her.
I nibbled softly on her lips, tugging them. “That’s a promise for later.”
She nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Sir.”
Her eyes heated. “Please, sir.”
Fuuuck. I loved it. “Now go. Be careful. Scream if anything happens.”
She nodded, and I watched her sexy ass as she turned away and snuck quietly down the stairs. I heard the soft creak of the back door. When I sensed that she was out of the house, I pulled out my gun, then made my way to the end of the hallway.
The door wasn’t locked and I opened it slowly, my gun held out in front of me.
The room was empty, with only a mattress on the floor and a rolling chair, tucked under an empty table.
I moved quickly, striding to the closet where I found the false panel, just like James said. Typing in the code to the safe, I opened the door, and disappointment settled in my stomach like an anchor.
Empty.
Shit.
Fucking James. I was going to kill him when Dante found him.
I needed to get the hell out of here.
I made it to the hallway before the lights flickered at the window. Heart pounding, I raced into the front facing room, pushing boxes aside and tearing the curtains open to see guards racing through the yard towards the front door.
In the middle of them, was my father.
As if he had a second sense, he looked up, right into the window I was standing.
It was too dark to see his face but I thought I saw a smug, knowing look plastered on his face.
I didn’t wait. I swiveled on my feet, racing towards the back room, planning on jumping from one of the windows, only to growl in frustration at the sight of the house surrounded by men. Stepping backwards, I scanned the rest of the landscape, searching for Aster.
My only comfort was that she seemed to have gotten away.
I made it down the stairs before the men rushed into the house, guns pulled out, all trained on me.
I dropped my gun, holding my hands up in surrender, waiting for the bastard of a father to enter.
James came in first and I growled, jumping towards him. “Asshole.”
A wall of men swarmed between the two of us, holding me back. Someone kicked my legs, forcing me to my knees. Someone else jerked my arms behind my back, using a zip tie to tie them together.
James kept his distance, but his hard gaze met my furious one. He shook his head, scowling. “You threatened my sister, man.”
I didn’t respond, because just then, my father strode into the house. He was wearing his standard suit but without a tie, which was rare. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and splatters of dark red colored his collar.
