Page 80 of Ashes of Sin

“Come here,” I repeat, calling on the dominant and submissive bond we’ve built.

“Hey! Fuck you, asshole.” The blond cop pushes past Parker and yanks me to my feet.

With great effort, I might add.

I’m a big man weighing at least two hundred and forty pounds.

“Be careful,” I say calmly, warning him, and he blinks for a second.

“Stop.” Kyra rips from her father and takes a few steps toward me.

That’s it baby, come back to me.

“Wait. He didn’t kidnap me,” Kyra announces, and I blink as everyone in the room stops.

“Oh, I thought it was the girl on the news,” the girl who sucked Killian off earlier says. “You said it was her,” she says to her friend.

“It is. I think.”

“Are we going to get in trouble for phoning the cops?”

Goddamn the stupid bimbos. They called the goddamn cops. I thought they’d go straight to TikTok.

Fucking hell.

“Please stop talking.” Killian moans, rubbing his face.

“We still need to take him in,” Blond Cop says to Kyra, “and you will need to make a statement. And explain your whereabouts.”

“Drop the cuffs,” I growl. “Or lose your job when my lawyer is done with you.”

“I’d listen to him.” Parker slides his hands into his pockets.

The cop glances at his partner and the guy nods. I’m obviously not the first billionaire he’s dealt with. In New York, money is power and there’s a different set of rules when you have as much as I do.

Sorry. Not sorry.

“You need to come down to the station.” Blond Cop tells me as I nod then look back at Kyra.

She’s trying to tell me a hundred different things with the look in her eyes. But I can only see one of the messages.

Goodbye.

“What the fuck do you mean, he didn’t kidnap you?” her father demands. “Where have you been all this time?”

She swallows, and I want to punch him in the face.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to marry a dirty old man. Ever fucking thing of that?” I ground out with fury.

It’s taking everything I have not to cross the room and use the gun under the seat to shoot every single fucker in this room.

Except my friends.

The girls can die, though. Little bitches.

“Can we talk about this at home?” Kyra shakes her head and pleads with her father.

Watching them together, I can see she fears him. How he’s groomed her to do as he says. Much like mine did with me when I was younger.

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