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“Fucking call it off, Tristan!”

“No. This is our only chance.”

“Preston and Presleigh’s mother is still alive. She’s Damon’s slave.”

“What?” he asks, sounding just as confused as I was two minutes ago. “That’s not possible …”

“I just watched a fucking video on his cell, and it was her,” I snap.

“Maybe it was old.”

“No. It was just recently. He told her that Bunny was sold.” She’s hasn’t even been with me for three weeks yet.

“Fuck,” he hisses, finally coming around.

“If we kill him, we’ll never find her, and Bunny will never forgive me,” I say, shaking my head. Some things I can come back from with her but not this. Bunny is my main priority right now, but I have to do something to get her mother.

He lets out a long breath. “She doesn’t have to know. And why do you fucking care? You hate Presleigh, remember?” he snaps, getting irritated.

I don’t know why, but I do. I can’t let this happen. “Goddammit, Tristan. I’m calling it off. Don’t you dare bring one man into my house or I will shoot you my-fucking-self,” I growl, and then I hang up.

Walking back into the formal dining room, I find him scowling up at me from his seat. I take mine and place my forearms on the table. “Now explain to me what you meant by Preston was selling my slave.”

He sits back and wads up his napkin, slamming it down on the table, showing his anger. But he says, “He’s in debt.” No surprise there. “Owes a friend of mine money and offered up Presleigh.”

“How much?”

“Five hundred grand.” He shrugs. “I must say, it’s a much better deal than what you paid for her.”

Preston was trying to sell her for five hundred thousand dollars? But why?

Make sure to grab the goods. That’s what Preston had told his men when he was about to leave after he ordered them to kill me in New York. I never paid much attention to what he meant. Until now. He was going to run with her. Sell her.

Over my dead body!

He nods to me. “Who did you buy her from anyway?”

“Jensen.” I answer and hope he believes the lie. Jensen is the fake identity we had given Tristan.

“And how did he get his hands on her?” he asks, taking a sip of his drink.

I sit back in my seat and glare at him. “I never asked. All that matters is that she’s mine now. And she’s not going anywhere.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

AVERY

I STEP OFF MY PRIVATE JET with my brother back in Vancouver as Kayn walks over to the parked Town Car with Marvin and gets in, starting it up.

I’m fucking tired. I haven’t slept a wink since I had dinner with Damon last night. He has Presleigh’s mother. I can’t let her know that. She’ll try to do some kind of trade—her for her mom. She may have not felt much when she died, but if she knew her mother was a slave, she would do anything to get her out of that world. But that’s not what Damon wants. He wants them both, and I refuse to give her up. No matter who else’s life is at stake. She is mine. And mine only.

I get in the car, and Kayn drives us to my house. I can’t wait to see her. I’m gonna pick her up and carry her off to my bed. I’m gonna wake her up with my head between her legs and then fuck her as though I haven’t seen her in years. My cock is craving her.

“You can’t save them both, Avery,” my brother whispers.

“I don’t plan on it.” Bunny is the only one worth saving to me. But I will try to pull strings for her mother.

We pull up to my house. “What the fuck?” Kayn barks out.

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