Page 17 of Hidden Heir

Tiff is terrified and screaming at the top of her lungs while Ant is still dead to the world.

“Fuck!” I yell, slamming my hands on the wheel.

Tears flood my eyes and I sag forward, allowing myself a second to sob before reaching back and tenderly rubbing Tiff’s leg.

“It’s okay, baby. We’re going to be okay.”

What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

Inside of my crashed car, with only the squeak of the windshield wipers breaking through Tiff’s sobs, another sound catches my ears.

Buzzing.

My phone is going crazy. I fish it out of my purse to see several messages, all of them furious threats against my life as well as my daughters, telling me that I fucked up and that I should have just taken the cock because what’s coming will be a thousand times worse. Unspeakable threats and promises of rape, slavery, and torture.

The edges of my vision darken.

I don’t know what I should do other than go to the police.No. They would just hand me over. I don’t know a lot about the corruption going on but I do know that the dangerous people in this city don’t fear the police.

They own them.

Wait. Dangerous people.

I turn my phone off and toss it into the backseat.

There is one place I can go. The only place where there’s someone that scares me more than the Irish mafia does. The only place with someone more dangerous.

It’s been four years and he might not even remember me but I have no other choice. It’s a desperate grasp at survival and the only option I have.

Taking a deep breath, I put the car into gear and slowly back it away from the pole. Thankfully, the damage isn’t terrible and I’m able to get back on the road. The outskirts of the city are my new destination and after getting lost three times, I finally approach tall metal gates illuminated with flood lights on either side. These gates are the only entrance and exit to an estate surrounded by a ten foot stone wall. As I drive up to the gates, two men dressed in dark suits step out of the security booth and approach my car.

If I weren’t already at my wit's end they would scare me. One man holds up his hand and I slowly pull the car to a stop. I lower the window as he leans toward me.

“You’ve taken a wrong turn, ma’am,” he says. “Go back the way you came.”

“No. Please, this is where I need to be,” I plead.

“No, it’s not,” he replies sharply, a tinge of a Russian accent in his voice. “Turn around.”

“Please,” I beg. “I’m here to see Leon.”

At the mention of Leon, the man’s hand drops to his holster. “Leave,” he says, his gaze moving behind me to Tiffany. “I’ll give you and your kid one chance to turn around. There’s no one here by that name, now fuck off.”

Suddenly, a sharp buzzer rings and the heavy metal gates begin to open.

7

LEON

It’s her.

After all these years, it’s really her. My mysterious girl, Brooke.

She was the best night of my life yet as quickly as she entered it she vanished. I’ve wondered at times if she was just a dream, her taste and those lips forever haunting me. She was definitely real but vanished like a ghost.

Until now.

It’s three o’clock in the morning and here she is on my doorstep in a torrential rain storm, a frightened child in her arms and an unconscious man being dragged in behind her by my guards. I have so many questions flooding through my mind as I descend the stairs in my silk lounge pants, so eager to see her in the flesh that I didn’t even stop to dress properly.

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