Page 282 of Kept by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“I wouldn’t touch you if my life depended on it,” Ian snarled as Jack drew Maggie against him, holding her tight.

When she tried to get to Ian, Jack held her back. “I don’t want you anywhere near her.”

“She’s my sister, she won’t hurt me.”

“She already has,” Jack replied.

It had been that obvious, huh? She hated being called a disappointment.

“Will the two of you stop providing the neighbors with gossip for the next century?” Her mum stepped into the doorway and glared at her. “Get inside.”

Swallowing heavily, Maggie walked up to the house where she’d grown up. Her mum moved away and Rachelle entered first, giving Ian and Jack worried looks.

“Can’t they leave?” Rachelle whined, gesturing at her men.

“No, we can’t,” Ian said, following her sister inside.

Jack strode on in as though he owned the place. And he was actually whistling.

Ian took her hand in his and glared at Rachelle who turned away to scurry ahead of them.

When they walked down the hallway to the larger kitchen and dining area at the back, she was unsurprised to see her brother and dad there.

“Finally, she turns up,” Ronny said with a sneer. “Took you long enough.”

“Do you even care that your sister was kidnapped?” Jameson said in his poshest sounding voice. “She was held by people who beat and starved her and you haven’t bothered to ask her how she is.”

“What?” her dad asked. “No-one . . . no-one told me this? Heather? Did you know this?”

“It’s probably just a story she made up for attention,” her sister said. “She was always doing that as a child.”

God.

She hadn’t realized how much she hated her sister until that moment.

Ronny let out a laugh. “Yep, she’s such a liar, it wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Really? Would you like to see the bruises?” Jameson moved over to her, placing his hand on her sweater questioningly.

Without thinking about it too much, she raised her sweater and T-shirt up to show off the bruising on her ribs. It actually wasn’t too painful anymore, but it looked terrible.

Her dad sucked in a breath. “Maggie! Why did no one tell us?”

“I tried to call you both after William was hurt,” Ian told them. “Your wife hung up on me.”

“I didn’t want to talk to you,” her mother said, glaring at Jameson.

“W-what?” Her dad looked at her mum like he’d never seen her before. “Who did it? Have they been arrested?”

“They’re searching for them,” Maggie replied. Part of her felt better that her dad hadn’t known anything. And worse because her mum didn’t look like she even cared. “It was the same people who released those photos to the press.”

“Yes, those photos,” her father spat out, looking from Ian to Jack. Then he turned to Jameson. “And who are you?”

“I’m Doctor Jameson St. Bede.”

Lord, she loved it when he got all snooty.

“Are you with my daughter too? The two of you were in those photos. Are you in some sort of harem like those people who live in Escana?” her mother asked looking like she’d tasted something revolting.

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