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“Do what?”

“Convince him to see you after finding out your involvement in the sex club scandal?”

I pale, my brows shooting up. “What? I don’t—”

“Don’t talk shit to me, Agatha. You know what I’m referring to. Griffin isn’t in the business of letting child sex offenders take another breath, so why the fuck are you still alive right now?”

“I-I…” Shit. I need to go. “Excuse me, please. I’d like to leave.”

She scoffs. “You think you’ll ever get to walk away from him? He will kill you before he ever lets that happen.”

The door behind Fallon flies open, and a monstrous Griffin reefs her back, shoving her against the wall in the hall, his hand wrapping around her throat.

“What the fuck did I tell you Fal? Huh?” He roars and Fallon doesn’t even flinch.

“You’re thinking with your dick and not your head, Griff. You know what she is.” Fallon spits back in his face, not the least bit scared of her brother.

“You don’t know anything. Things aren’t always black and white!” He hisses back, baring his teeth, but Fallon doesn’t flinch. Instead, her expression turns to rage.

“No? Aren’t they? I’m pretty sure they were black and white when you pressed the gun against Marshall’s head and pulled the trigger!”

“Enough!” The boom of Ewan Marx makes me squeak like a timid fucking mouse, my natural instinct sending me backwards into the powder room, ready to shut myself in. “This conversation has no place in this house!” Ewan steps up beside his children, looking between them. “Griffin, remove your hand from your sister’s neck right fucking now.”

Griffin hesitates, tutting like he’s fighting an internal battle, but he does as his father requests, releasing Fallon’s throat.

“Fallon, I specifically told you to keep your mouth shut. Be in my office at 9am tomorrow.”

“And if I don’t show?” She turns her snarl to her father and his lip curls.

“You know what will happen.”

“Wait. Hang on a minute. Let’s not get carried away.” Griffin holds his hands up, waving them between his sister and father.

“Are you questioning how I do things, Griffin?” Ewan snaps and Griffin huffs, his eyes darting between them as he struggles to form a response.

“Uh…” I squeak. “I’m sorry Mr Marx. This is my fault. Please don’t be angry at them. Fallon is just trying to protect Griffin from me, and Griffin is just trying to protect me from everyone else. I’ll leave and give you all some peace to continue sharing your Christmas together.”

“You’re not leaving, Aggie.” Griffin frowns, taking a step towards me.

“Griffin is right. You’re not leaving. Stay. Eat. Drink. Enjoy. Tomorrow, you and I will also have a talk.”

I shrink back at his words, ready to argue, but he walks away, effectively ending the conversation.

“Huh.” Fallon grins menacingly. “I guess we will find out tomorrow if she has what it takes.”

As she walks off, looking smug as fuck, I don’t miss the worry that mars Griffin’s face.

Fuck. What have I done?

Chapter sixteen

Sharing

Griffin

Fuck!I’mgoingtokill Fallon for confronting Agatha like that. And then I’m going to find out how the fuck her and my father know about Aggie’s involvement in the sex club scandal, because I was pretty fucking sure I’d destroyed all the evidence.

As I watch my dad’s retreating back, Aggie pushes past me and Fallon, and runs.

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