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No one’s taking this seriously enough. And not being able to help? It’storture.

I’ve always loved my role as the face of the legal side of the family, bringing in the money. But lately I’ve been wishing I had Dom’s power over the Syndicate, Roman’s brutality, Bash’s tech skills. Anything to help. Anything to protect her.

I’ve never felt so useless.

And beneath all the anger is something worse.

Fear.

I need to clear my head. There’s only one thing that helps.

Margot.

I check my watch and pull up the camera in her studio. She’s typically there around this time. I always know where she is. I will always know where she is, even after the threat is gone.

She’s in an armchair, talking into the mic. I turn on the speaker connected to the feed and listen in.

Sometimes I do this. Just hearing her voice calms me.

And today? It melts the anger out of me.

“–I’m running from him, knowing what a monster he is. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t seem to get the message. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

‘You’re not fucking going anywhere,’ he growls in my ear.

He throws me on the bed. Before I can move, he’s on me. He rips my shirt down the middle, exposing my breasts. My peaked nipples betray my arousal.”

She pauses, then mutters to herself, “Come on, Margot. Let’s do it again. Get your head in the game.”

Her voice switches back to her narrator voice, and she starts over.

I’d think it’s adorable, if what she was saying wasn’t so fucking hot.

I don’t even notice I’m palming my cock until I feel a prick of pain.

I start loosening my belt, ready to jerk off to her voice, to her moans, to the filthy scene she’s voicing.

Then I pause as I get a better idea.

I buckle my belt, head out of my office, and start down the hall toward her studio.

All the fury and fear are replaced by a hunger I can’t ignore

Sweetheart, I’m coming for you.

She has no idea what’s in store.

Chapter 61

Margot

CREAK!

The door opening makes me stop mid-sentence. I pause the recording, surprised. Matty stands at the entrance to my studio.

“Hey, babe. What are you doing in here?” My voice carries clear confusion. He never interrupts me when I’m working.

“Keep going, sweet girl.” The cocky grin I wish I didn’t love so much curls across his face.

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