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Chapter Forty
RORY
Fucking hell. What did I just hear?
It’s bad enough Maddox called me in on a Sunday…
It was twice as bad that I had to hustle my way back home from Bronson’s office to grab my car so they wouldn’t ask why I didn’t have it in the first place.
Now this?
What the hell did that man mean when he said, ‘Your empire will fall, and I will own it all’?
Does he have something to do with Marvin’s death?
Swiping my hands down my dress, I shake my head and attempt to school my features as if the doors were just opening. I will myself to keep my eyes on the floor as I walk down the hall to my office, but I give in to the temptation and flick my gaze up. The old man strolling in front of four large guys who could only be guards grins at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and he offers me a wink before strolling past.
A wink…
It makes me feel cheap, like he knows a secret about me I don’t even know.
Who is this guy?
His tailored suit is expensive, even if it’s older and worn in the elbows and knees. It’s still thousands of dollars more costly than my piece of shit trailer.
Ducking my head, I try to ignore the guards and hug the wall as I walk, but it’s hard to when they purposely step into my path, hitting my shoulder with their large bodies as they pass.
Fuck, I wish Maddox had seen that because he would have stood up for me. Or at least…I think he would have. Guilt washes over me just from thinking about it, knowing I’m a fucking snitch, spying on him and his brothers for evidence of a murder I’m not even convinced they committed.
Maddox would have stood up for me, just like he has in the past. I’m sure of it. Hard as he tries not to, I’ve seen his eyes soften on me when he thinks I’m not looking. And the thought of defying such a man terrifies me as much as it turns me on.
What if I get caught?
What would Maddox do to me?
Memories of him ordering me to my knees as he shoved his cock down my throat makes my pussy clench, my clit ignite, and my nipples tingle, but I push it all away.
Focus, Rory. Focus.
I can’t allow the allure those three possess to distract me. I have to ignore Maddox’s dark gaze that promises me experiences I’ve never dreamed of and forget how he stood up for me when that goon from the garage put me down.
I have to pretend the flames burning between Rogan and me don’t exist, that our relationship is merely physical, even though deep down, I know that couldn’t be further from the truth. I have to ignore what he did to me, how he made me come harder than I ever have in my fucking life, and that he beat the fuck out of Donny and threatened him just to keep me safe. I have to pretend my heart didn’t skip a beat when he told me I was theirs now and that they would protect me. Because that was just a lie, right?
Even Alistair, that broken man, speaks to me on a level the other two don’t, because he’s as shattered and hardened as I am. He’s been where I’ve been, I can see it in his eyes, but during those moments when the drugs aren’t controlling him, when the real Alistair shines through, I’m drawn to him so fiercely that it takes my breath away.
No, I have to lie to myself and pretend none of that matters.
All that matters is Mitch-bitch, Mischief, and me. I can’t let them cloud my judgment anymore.
Rushing into my office, I hang my purse over the back of my chair and move to make Maddox’s coffee like I always do. I put an extra scoop of dark roast into the coffee pot and let it brew as I bring up my laptop, itching to open the calendar.
I have to refrain from slamming my fist onto my desk in frustration when I don’t see a scheduled meeting for Sunday morning with Maddox. Shit, he’s not even supposed to be here today. None of us are. Is this why they came in? Why I had to come in?
Wondering how the fuck I’m going to figure that out, I pour Maddox’s coffee and head over to his office. He’s not at his desk, and I’m half relieved and half disappointed. Though his domineering gaze can be suffocating, it can also be very enticing, eliciting a carnal desire within myself I didn’t even know existed.
Rushing out, I walk back to my office and flop down on the chair. I tuck my hair behind my ears and prepare to listen to the voicemails from Friday and Saturday, when I hear the elevator ding. My heart stills, wondering who it could be.
Rogan?
