Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
"Take it easy, man. She's coming. They'll be here soon."
I shake my head. "How you can just sit back like that? I'll never understand."
I look around the room and feel powerless. There're no weapons in here or people to hit. I have to fight to contain all of my inner turmoil. My foot bounces impatiently on the ground, drumming out a frantic rhythm.
All this adrenaline culminates in an intense need to fuck it all out. But not just with anyone. I want to fuck her. If Caroline were here, I’d pound all of my aggression into her and she would just take it and make it go away.
Justin leans back in his seat, and I know he's thinking the same thing, but he’d want to go at it slowly and taste her sweet nectar, savor that perfect pussy, while I’m more interested in fucking her brains out until dawn.
"Fuck!" I yell to no one.
Justin looks at me like I’m crazy. I feel like it. "Calm down,” he says. “There's nothing to do but wait. Besides, I just got a text and they're almost here. Ares will need to see the doctor."
"Fine. Whatever."
I wait impatiently for them to make their way to me.
"Marshall!"
That sweet voice rings out, and as she says my name, I feel relief flood through me as I turn to gaze on Caroline, the only thing that can calm me right now.
I go to her and wrap her up in my arms. I swing her around and breathe her in as I feel her lithe body beneath my strong arms.
"Are you okay?" I say The storm kicks in once more as I examine her body for any signs of injury, but she looks okay.
"Hey, thanks for your concern," Ares says with sarcasm.
He’s cradling his shoulder, and I remember the wounded.
"You better get that checked out."
"Yeah, no kidding."
He turns to leave, but not before planting a hungry kiss on Caroline. Always greedy, that one. He makes sure to get his due.
Justin comes up behind me and takes control of Caroline. He breathes in the scent of her hair and a look of ecstasy crosses his face. What the fuck is his deal? Are these guys all as crazed by Caroline as I am?
As much as I hate to turn things to business, it has to be done. Number one on my list is to protect Caroline, and to do that I need all the details.
Kaden sits down and so does Caroline. Justin sits next to her and strokes her skin in a lascivious way like he wants to feast on her or some shit. I’m not convinced he doesn’t.
"So you guys talked to the dad? Any luck in finding out whether he has the money?" I say the words but I'm assuming, based on Ares's injury, they came out empty-handed.
Kaden says, "No. He gave us nothing. He says the money's not there."
This confirms what I already suspected. I try to tame the furor that ignites within me. If this guy doesn't have the cash then Caroline's life is at risk. That makes me more enraged than anything so far.
Justin looks at us all steadily before saying, "We know he doesn't have it. Samuel did a complete check, and no US account has the required amount of money, whether it’s a business account or a personal account. Edwin doesn’t have the cash; he can’t pay them back."
"That's just not true!" Caroline says.
"What do you mean?" I ask, my gaze focusing on her.
"Growing up, I knew my father was notorious for avoiding taxes because he didn’t want to pay them. I watched silently while he socked it all away in overseas bank accounts—in Switzerland and the Grand Cayman Islands. I know he has the money. He wouldn't ever let himself be a pauper."
Kaden gets up to leave. I already know where he's going. The slightest hint of a lead is good for us.
"I have to go tell this to Samuel," he says. "He can check the accounts overseas."
"Bye, baby," Kaden says, leaning close to whisper into her ear. A raw animalism seems to take over him, and next thing I know he's fucking massaging her tits and has his goddamn tongue down her throat.
"Fuck, man, control yourself! There's work to do," I say, feeling the rage start to prick behind my eyelids again.
He pulls away from her, but not until he’s taken his sweet time to say goodbye. She looks flushed and pink. Asshole. I wish I’d done what he did. But somebody has to be responsible for waging this war against her father. Looks like that’s me.
"Back to business please," I growl.
She eyes me playfully and my cock hardens even more, straining against my pants. I feel some a rush of emotion like it's just the two of us. I swear she only has eyes for me right now, and that calms down the ever-present rage in my heart like nothing else could. Fucking finally.