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That’s when it really hits me, how similar I am to him. The woman on my lap is seventeen years younger than me. I’m sick just like him. It doesn’t matter that we’re both adults and that I would have never touched her, or anyone else, underage. I’m no better than him.

“Stop,” she commands. “You’re not like him.”

I wonder for a minute if I said that out loud, but I know it’s just Max being able to read me so easily. Understanding me better than anyone else ever has.

“I’m disgusting just like him.” Shaking my head, I try to move her off my lap because I don’t know why she’s here. Why she would want to be with me. She has two men that are age appropriate for her and here I am, the son of a sick man who turned out just like him.

Max latches onto me tightly, not removing herself from my lap. “Knock it off. You’re nothing like him. Would you be with me if I was seventeen right now?”

“Of course not.” I grimace at the thought.

“What about any other girl underage?”

“Never.”

“Then don’t compare yourself to him. You’re not the same. We’re both consenting adults. Thefour of usare consenting adults,” she insists.

“You could have so much more. You have them, you don’t need me.”

“Adam, stop.” She grabs my face in between both of her hands now, forcing me to look at her. “I love you, none of this is wrong, I struggled for a while because it’s unconventional, but none of that had to do with your age. You didn’t groom me. You didn’t force me. Understand?”

I swallow roughly, struggling to agree with her, but when she leans forward, her lips grazing mine. “I love you, and I’ve never loved anyone before the three of you. That can’t be forced, trust me.”

I close the distance between us, falling into her. Getting lost in her. Which is exactly what I want right now. It’s what I need to erase the information I just found out. She’s right, it doesn’t change anything. Both of them are dead, so there’s nothing I can do about it now.

Grabbing the back of her head roughly, I yank her hair there hard enough she gasps, and it pulls our mouths apart, though she tries to seek mine out, I don’t let her, just pull harder when she tries. Whimpering when I don’t let her.

“Remember that day in the forest, baby girl?” I growl.

She sucks in her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to nod against my grip in her hair.

“I think we should have a repeat, but I don’t feel like waiting to get you out there.”

She gasps when I pull harder, arching her neck back even more.

“I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to run. Just remember what happens when we catch you.” She thrusts her hips slightly against me, already seeking friction. “Such a naughty girl, already wanting to be filled.”

“Yes,”she moans.

“But only if you run. Make us work for it, baby girl, or you won’t get what you’re wanting.”

I let go of her, and she struggles to stay balanced as she drops off my lap when I stand up. She backs away from me toward the door, and I prowl toward her.

“Run,” I say darkly, and she doesn’t wait any longer, turning quickly to run out of the office into the open gym. I know Caine and Drew will know this game we’re playing. We all have a weakness for her when she runs.

CHAPTER 51

MAX

Idon’t waste any time darting out of the office and into the gym. I wonder for a split second if I should run outside to try and get away. But the thing is, I don’t actually want to get away from them. They all know it. Though, I still make a serious effort to run within the limits I have.

Drew and Caine were focused on whatever they were doing when I come barreling out of Adam’s office. It doesn’t take them long to catch on. I’m dodging and avoiding three different men who are all trying to hunt me down.

It’s harder than anticipated, the gym isn’t necessarily small, but it’s also not big. There’s really not many places to hide. Despite that, I hope this is doing what it’s intended to, and distracting Adam from what he just found out. He need to know he isn’t like the man that played a part in his conception. Our ages are different, and I want him. I wantthis.

I duck behind one of the hanging bags, breathing heavily in anticipation. It’s too quiet, and the only thing I can hear is my own rapid breaths. Then there’s a banging of chains against metal that makes my heart rate kick up in my chest.

The steady beat of the chains swinging slows down. Silence surrounds me before a face appears right in front of me. Drew smiles. “Found you, little one.”

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