Chapter Six

Aiden

“Hello Uncle Charlie.”

The fact she was even alone with that cocksucker made my skin itch and my blood boil. Avery was my fucking woman and if that prick ever tried to lay a hand on her again, he’d find himself minus a limb.

I wanted to throw the laptop out the car window, but I wouldn’t. I promised her I’d be with her every step of the way. Not physically but watching over her. Making sure if anything happened, I could be there to protect her.

The aching need to have her in my arms almost overrode all my senses. She’d given me everything. New Year’s had cemented us together completely. She’d given me the last part of her innocence, her virginity. And I fucking loved her even more for it.

I remembered the way it felt to be inside her. The heat. The tightness. How she’d told me to fuck her harder. And most of all, how we’d both come apart entirely together. There were no more places to hide. I saw her and she saw me.

I still hadn’t managed to tell her I loved her, but I’d given her my heart all the same. She knew how I felt without words. And that’s exactly why she felt safe knowing I had my eyes on her and Chuck.

Fucking Chuck.

Her uncle stared at her as the colour seeped out of his skin. I could see them from three different angles and the tiny camera Avery wore in the pin on the lapel of her blazer.

She stood tall and proud, facing down her uncle like he was her adversary. And in a way, that’s exactly what he was. Killer heels, a black skirt which hugged her figure, a navy blouse under her black blazer. Her dark hair tied back in a low bun. Every inch the businesswoman she needed to be. And the sight of her made me shift uncomfortably in the car seat, my cock straining against my trousers. I wanted to bend her over her uncle’s desk, pull up her skirt and fuck her senseless.

Whilst we’d finally had anal on New Year’s, she’d yet to agree to it again. I knew she’d been sore afterwards. I saw it in her eyes. I didn’t want to hurt her but being inside her and her pleas to fuck her made me abandon my gentleness. Whilst Avery, my beautiful, strong and effortlessly sexy girlfriend, didn’t resent me for it, I knew she needed time. And I wasn’t being a dick and taking what I wanted. I was trying to be a better man for her. Only for her.

We’d discussed what to do about her family over and over. We didn’t have a solid plan, but she had to accept her place as the head of the company she had come to despise. She had to go back out into the real world. I couldn’t keep her hidden away any longer. I took what Tina said to me seriously. I’d asked Avery what she wanted to do. I told her she was under no obligation to help me with her family. Avery wanted to go after them. She wanted to fix this mess.

My original plan wouldn’t work now she knew everything. I’d taken out Mitchell so that made things easier. They were all on edge because of it. Whilst our plan wasn’t solid, we had to start by making sure we kept Chuck in line. And that began with this conversation.

“You’re back,” Chuck said.

“Yes. I’m here to take what belongs to me.”

“So, you think after being missing for three months, you can waltz back in here and demand the company be handed over to you?”

Avery didn’t flinch. She stared at Chuck with unnerving intensity. Just as she had done to me in the first days when I’d kept her in the cell.

“Legally speaking, it belongs to me. I suggest you don’t make this hard on yourself.”

“Where the fuck have you been all this time?”

“Where? Did Dad not tell you what he had installed in my house?”

That little piece of knowledge she’d granted me when we’d come up with a story to explain her disappearance.

Chuck raised an eyebrow, his brown eyes full of unconcealed irritation. He wasn’t happy with his niece’s reappearance, nor the way she was speaking to him.

“No. Are you going to enlighten me?”

“The basement contains a bunker or you could call it a panic room. Either way, it has supplies to last a year. Don’t be disappointed you didn’t know, it isn’t on the building plans. As far as the world knows, it doesn’t exist.”

She was more resourceful than I gave her credit for. We’d visited her house together last week. She lived on the ground floor and there was a tenant above her. One who happened to be out of the country. And that bunker was very real. Her father had spared no expense in protecting his daughter. It was a fortress. Impenetrable. And full of everything she could need to live comfortably.

Chuck’s eyebrows knitted together.

“And how did you manage that little stunt with the video?”

At least he hadn’t questioned the bunker. He knew Mitchell would never have left his daughter vulnerable. Despite their power, they had enemies too.

“I paid someone in cash to help me. How they managed to make it go viral is a question I didn’t ask.”