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That was how she left her house with her three SEAL bodyguards and their seed, warming her thighs with every step she took.
Chapter Fourteen
She had no idea what seeing her like that did to them. They hated it even more that one single bastard had that much sway over her despite her trying to maintain a strong front. Emerson could see right through her, and so could Darien and Austin.
Nothing on this earth mattered more than annihilating her problems the only way they knew how. She didn’t know it yet, but they would raze the world for her and everyone in it if it meant keeping her safe.
The address Morton had given them was for a dark monstrosity of a house. He thought he was playing the evil puppeteer. He had no idea the amount of pain that was waiting for him at their hands. And how they were going to relish each moment of it.
Obliterating Morton had been in their plans for a long time now. Well, three years, to be exact. Before that, they hadn’t really cared about the son of a bitch enough to want to make his life a misery.
But that all changed when Adrienne came onto the scene. She changed everything for them. She was their whole world on a platter. The only woman they would ever love. And the one woman they would kill for without question.
It didn’t take them long to scope out the place. Morton had amped up his security. The whole place was crawling with armed guards. Not that they couldn’t take them all out with a little strategy. But this time they had covered their bases. There was only one man’s blood they wanted, and that man was Desmond Andrew Morton.
It was the man who was sitting at the head of an elaborately laid table under a gold and diamond chandelier and had gotten a little portly in the years since they had seen him. He was also surrounded by old money, but money that wasn’t his.
He thought he had it made when he joined the Petrov Bratva and got himself released from prison so early. What he didn’t know was that Petrov Bratva owed Emerson, Darien, and Austin a life debt. They called in that favor to take care of the guards on the outside.
But Morton himself was theirs.
The only reason he was still alive was because of that one thing of Adrienne’s that he still had. The chances of them finding it after they killed him were too slim, so all he had to do was hand it over and then meet his makers.
Emerson couldn’t help but laugh at the phrasemeet his makers,since the opposite was true.
The smug bastard thought he was sitting pretty. He had eight armed men in the dining hall protecting him. They were no match for them, but it was funny he thought it was enough.
“My wife,” he said, and they had to seriously restrain themselves from snapping his neck where he sat. “Please, sit. I have a feast prepared for you.”
But fuck, their woman was stunning. She may have been frightened and riddled with self-doubt before, but in Morton’s presence, she was an Ice Queen of untouchable proportions. A swan. The most stunning creature in the universe.
She held her head high, but her body relaxed, not willing to show Morton that he had affected her.
Their woman. Their pretty lady. Their Adrienne.
“You have something that belongs to Ms. Palmer, Morton. We suggest you give it back to her right now. Or—”
She wouldn’t tell them what it was that Morton had of hers, but it didn’t matter. If she wanted it back, she was going to get it back, whatever it was.
“Or what, pretty boy? Bodyguards, huh? They’re making them too pretty these days. Huh? Or what? Now, shut your fucking mouths; I want to talk to my wife.”
He rose from his seat and walked toward them, and then he made the mistake of touching her.
There was no more fucking around with this guy.
Immersed straight into predator mode, Darien gripped Morton’s wrist and twisted. He cried like a fucking baby. Emerson and Austin picked cutlery off the table and flung it around like ninja stars. It didn’t take them long before Morton’s protection was unarmed and bleeding. It happened so fast that they didn’t have time to draw their weapons. Amateurs.
“Now, give the lady what belongs to her.”
“You fucking cunts. You think you won?” He fumbled with a panic button in his pocket, pressed the red button, and laughed.
One look at Adrienne, and they knew they had to get her out of there. It was going to get ugly between them and Morton.
When his troop of men arrived and instead started taking orders from them and not Morton himself, he almost shat himself. It was a fun sight to see.
One of the guards happened to be a woman. Someone they knew and trusted.
“Helena,” Austin said. “Will you take Ms. Palmer outside? We have some personal business to discuss with this prick over here.”
