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His gaze was on her. And it was filled with malevolence.
“Wh-what are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“It wasn’t hard to find out who you really were,” Gretchen said. “After I grew suspicious of you, I did some digging and found out about your dear dad.”
“Why didn’t you just fire me?”
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I thought about trying to use you to get the Malones to back off. Even had one of my guys watch you a few times. But then, I decided you weren’t important enough. However, he was.” She pointed at Maxim. “I had my guys send a message to his brother that he wasn’t as invincible as he thought. That I could get to his brothers if I wanted to. But you just had to interfere, didn’t you, Aston? You helped Maxim escape my guys, so I called up Robbie, your dad, and offered to pay for him to come down here.”
“You stole from me, Aston,” her father said. God, she remembered his voice. She loathed the sound of it. Fear tumbled through her, making her feel ill. “You ran from me, you stupid, worthless bitch. Messed a lot of things up. Time you came home and made things right.”
“She’s not going anywhere with you, asshole,” Maxim snarled. “And do not speak to her like that again.”
“You aren’t in charge here,” Gretchen snarled at Maxim. “And it isn’t like you’re walking out of here alive, so you won’t need to worry about what happens to poor Aston.”
“Come here, Aston,” her father ordered.
She shook her head. Terror held her frozen.
Eva’s sobs increased until Gretchen let out an annoyed noise. “Oh, shut up.” She tossed Eva to the floor and held her gun up. “You’re annoying. Time for you to shut up for good.”
That’s when Maxim moved. He shoved Aston to the side before throwing himself at Gretchen.
She screamed as she landed on the floor. She knew Maxim was still hurt. And Gretchen and Bart had guns. Plus, who knew what weapons her father had on him.
But Maxim obviously knew something she didn’t. Because in the next moment, pandemonium erupted. She cowered behind what was left of the sofa, wishing she knew what to do. How to help.
And that’s where he found her.
Her father.
“Come on. You’re coming with me.” He grabbed her wrist, holding on so tight that it hurt. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to let them spill.
“No!”
“You are! Get the fuck up!” He drew her up and she fell into him. She took that moment to gather herself before she pulled back from him.
“No! Let me go!”
“Aston!” Maxim moved toward her, looking every inch the warrior. His shirt was ripped and he was limping slightly, which worried her. She glanced around, shocked to see Bart moaning on the floor, his hand over his stomach, which was bleeding. Victor was undoing the ties on Levin and Rocco while Regent stood over Gretchen’s prone body.
Eva was off by the wall, crying and shaking. If she could have, Aston might have felt bad about that. But she didn’t feel much except worry for Maxim and anger at her bastard father.
“Is she dead?” she asked.
Regent gave her a slight nod as he stared at her father. “Let Aston go.”
“No! She’s not yours! She’s mine!” he roared. “My daughter!”
“Like fuck she is! Let her go! Now!” Maxim yelled.
And she knew she had to do something before he did something rash and reopened his stitches.
So she turned to her father and glared up at him. “I am not yours! Because I have no father.” Then she drew her leg back and kneed him in the balls. He let go of her arm and she rushed into Maxim’s arms.
He held her tight against him as Victor moved to take care of her father. She heard him yell, heard something heavy smack into something solid. But Maxim’s hand on the back of her head kept her face buried in his chest so she couldn’t look.
And the truth was, she wouldn’t have looked even if she could have.
“I think I’ve changed my mind,” she whispered.
“What’s that, baby?”
“I don’t need any of my things.”
“I’m going to buy you all new things, baby.”
“And I’m going to let you.”
35
“Spread your legs, baby. I want to taste you.”
Dear. Lord.
“Aston. Spread.”
She spread her legs because of his commanding tone of voice and because she wanted him to taste her.
She’d found she was rather addicted to him eating her out. But she was even more addicted to having him in her mouth. Which she’d already had that night. And every night since their run-in with Gretchen and Aston’s father a week ago.
“I can hear you thinking from here. Obviously, I need to up my game.” He grabbed her legs and pushed them back before spearing her pussy with his tongue.
