Page 92 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Come on, let’s give them a minute.”

“But—”

“You should listen to him,” Elliot growls, never once taking his eyes off me. “Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod completely under his spell.

Without warning, he scoops me up in his arms and starts off towards the Chapel.

“Elliot, put me down,” I shriek.

“I told you, Red.” He smirks down at me. “You’re mine now.”

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ELLIOT

Isay a silent prayer as I take the last turn that will lead me into my parents’ driveway.

It’s the very last place on Earth that I want to be. But I also don’t have any other choice.

There is no longer a choice to make.

It’s Abigail.

Every single thing leads me back to her.

She deserves so much more than what I can offer her at the moment.

She should never be anyone’s dirty little secret, forced to hide in the shadows. She’s done enough of that in her life. She deserves to be in the limelight. She deserves for everyone else to know just how beautiful and incredible she is.

I want the world to see how she shines just like I do when we’re together. But until I deal with my father, there’s no way for that to happen.

If I’m being honest, there may never be a way for that to happen.

I won’t lie, the thought of just packing our bags and running has crossed my mind more than once.But I know that no matter where we went, he’d find us.

His reach is far and wide and I have no doubt that he’d find me and drag me back kicking and screaming to fulfil my duty and continue his legacy.

It’s one of the most depressing facts about all of this. Even if he does agree to my wishes, he’ll always be there, breathing over my shoulder.

He’s always fucking there. Pointing out my failings, my bad decisions. All the ways I’m not like him and Scott. All the ways I tarnish our family’s reputation.

The breath I didn’t realise I was holding comes rushing out of me when I find only my mother’s car sitting in the driveway. That relief is quickly followed by guilt.

I’m doing this for Abigail and I should be man enough to see it through for the chance of giving us a future, not relieved that I can put it off a little longer.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe I’m not man enough…

Shaking my head, I banish my father’s voice from my mind and I kill the engine and climb out of my car.

The house is in silence as I make my way down the hall towards the kitchen where someone is usually hanging out.But as I turn the corner, I find that empty as well.

“Mum?” I call as I pad back through the hallway and come to a stop at the foot of the stairs, listening for sounds of life.

A noise comes from down the hall, and I immediately take off in the direction of the snug.

“Mum?” I ask again as I get closer and the sound of what I can only describe as snuffles hit my ear.

The moment I step into the room, I discover I’m right because my mother is frantically wiping tears from her cheeks.

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