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He tilted his head to the side and grinned again. “Didn’t you read the documents, brother?” he stepped closer.

“Marisa and Chelsea will bore my heirs.” He stuck out his chest and raised his chin in the air.

I shoved him back. “Mason, you will not touch my woman. I will bury you for real this time,” I growled through gritted teeth.

A ridiculous, hysterical laugh erupted from his throat. “Tate, accept defeat. I will impregnate Marisa. Then I will pretend to be you.”

I grabbed his tie and punched him in his rock-solid jaw. He held his face. “Won’t stop me from getting what I want. Chelsea will become my wife and bore my heir, even if it has to be over your dead body.” His blue eyes narrowed.

I lost it. Saw fucking red. My fist slammed into his face again. We tussled around the room. He grabbed my suit jacket pulling me close. “These decisions have to be made by the stronger brother. You are so wrapped up in stupid football, you can’t let that shit go and run our family’s empire. You said it. We are bleeding money, Tate. These heirs will secure our financial future. Chelsea’s grandfather’s ready to sign the papers. Themoment I impregnate Marisa, Mr. Brauner will be on board too.”

“You think I will stand by and let you marry my girlfriend? There’s no fucking way.”

I stalked toward the door. Two burly guys entered pinning me against the table.

“Let me go.” I struggled to break free.

“You see, Tate I had a long time to set my plan in motion. I know your life inside and out. Every car at home was bugged. Your bedroom was bugged.” He leaned over. “Your cleaning crew worked for me.” He raised his finger. “I can’t wait for Chelsea to moan for me louder and come harder for me than she did for you,” he snickered.

“Motherfucker,” I roared, jerking my arms, lunging toward him. I wanted to bash his face in until it cracked.

“You fucking, bastard. You will never get away with this.”

“Oh, but I will. Friday, I will successfully tank your football career. I’ll end the night deep inside my woman,” he chuckled.

“Let me go,” I growled.

“Take him to his hole,” Mason ordered.

∞

Every day, I sat in an underground dungeon at our family estate. The only reason I knew it existed, is becauseMason and I went exploring and stumbled upon it. Probably dated back to the sixteen-hundreds. No need to yell. I was so far underground no one would hear me. All I could do was study the guards routines and listen to their conversations. I was allowed to shower at gunpoint. There wasn’t any privacy. I dressed in front of them and was escorted back to my cell. No luxury. I had a place to lay my head, a toilet, and a sink. If I was never getting out of this hell hole why allow me fresh clothes?

Lying on the twin mattress, I closed my eyes. Mold and ancient dirt hit my nostrils. I often pulled my shirt over my nose, so I didn’t have to inhale the toxins.

“Tate, how are you enjoying your stay?”

A guard placed a chair in front of my cell and he sat, smiling.

My jaw ticked. I wanted to slip my hand through the rusty bars and strangle him. A guard stood beside him pointing his gun at me.

“What do you want? To gloat? Your lacky is out bearing his fucking seed in my girlfriend.” I bit my lower lip. “You sick motherfucker,” I growled.

“Manners, Tate. If I thought you’d get on board, we wouldn’t have needed to go to such extreme measures.”

“Right, you wanted me to be ok with lying to my girlfriend about why I needed to impregnate her. Baby, sorry weneed to rush into marriage and have a baby. My family is on the brink of financial ruins. Your grandfather’s a billionaire. He can bail us out of our financial down turn. Yeah, I love her too much to lie to Chelsea. My woman’s smart, he won’t be able to pull the wool over her eyes for long.”

He laughed. “You are right. She’s a smart girl. She detected Mason. But it didn’t put a cramp in our plan. Mason threatened to kill you and she fell in line. She’s agreed to marry Mason and bear his child. The wedding will be here of course.” He stood.

“Grandson, you get to live another day.” He dusted off his navy slacks and turned on his heels.

I ignored him. Propping my arms under my head, I laid back staring at the corroded ceiling.

The day of the wedding, I’d put my escape plan in motion. I’d take my woman back no matter what.

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHELSEA

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