Page 50 of Hateful Union

“She didn’t show up on anyone’s radar until she was seventeen and dating Harry Silver. She was a shell of the girl that was taken and no one knows what happened to her. But my guess, Harry Silver, started his business early, and his wife was one of his first targets.”

Holy fuck.

“Now, when Raylee went missing, Antonella was out of her mind with worry. As would any parent in her position. Just as hers were when she too went missing at that age. So when I found out what had happened, I called Antonella myself. Learned a lot of things about her husband and from the things she said, I also learned that all is not what it seems in the Silver household. She gave me everything I needed to know about her husband’s business dealings. Seems Harry Silver likes pillow talk.”

What a fucking idiot. “Who took her?” I need to know, make sure that they’re all dead.

“It was the Henderson family. They wanted revenge on Harry for a business deal gone wrong. Mayer found her, he had the skills to dispose of those men and he did so, ensuring that they wouldn’t come after her again.”

“But?” I ask. My respect for Mayer rising. He was the same age as Raylee when she was taken. Yet he managed to do what most men wouldn’t be able to.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what Mayer and I wondered. It didn’t make sense. The way she was taken, the way she was held, it was more than a business transaction. From what Antonella told me about when she was abducted, the way she was. Raylee’s disappearance was the exact replica. I’m talking every fucking last detail.”

“So whoever took Raylee also took her mother?” I question, my mind spinning with all this information.

“That’s what I haven’t quite figured out. Why would Harry take his own daughter? That’s something that isn’t sitting right. We all know that he took Antonella, he took her and kept her. But he loves his daughter.”

I scoff, “Yeah right. Eight days, Joe. He didn’t do a fucking thing to help her be free for eight days. Even then it was Mayer that fucking rescued her,” I bite out, my anger coming back in full force.

“This is true,” he comments. “Stay close to her, Mr. Gallagher. Know that you are not alone, I have my men keeping watch from a distance. I’ve also got men on the inside.”

I aim my smirk at the horizon. Seems as though everyone is bringing that motherfucker down. “You know where to find me.”

“I certainly do. And, Mr. Gallagher. Hurt her again and there’s nowhere you can hide from me.”

I tense at his threat. Bastard. Before I’m able to respond, he hangs up on me.

I have this gnawing feeling that whoever was involved in Antonella’s kidnapping had a hand in Raylee’s and my gut’s screaming that they’re still out there. Waiting.

20

Raylee

Two weeks later

Imoan as feather kisses move down my neck towards my breasts. “Mal,” I whisper, needing more, I’m soaking wet as I always am when he’s touching me. “Please, baby,” I beg, my legs opening wide to let his body in.

“Beautiful,” his voice hoarse and filled with lust. “Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.”

I fucking love that he thinks that. The way he sees me, the way he worships my body. It’s amazing. I feel the beauty that he sees, the sexiness that he brings out. With him, there’s nothing held back, I’m able to be who I truly am.

I’m falling hard and fast for this man.

His hands skim across my skin light as a feather, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Not letting you go,mo stór, you’re mine.”

His tongue swirls around my erect nipple. My back arches back when he wraps his warm mouth around it. “Yes,” I hiss. “Yours.”

“Wake up, Raylee, I want to see my golden girl.”

As always whenever he calls me his golden girl, my body melts and I smile. I open my eyes and blink hard to adjust to the light shining in from the now open French doors that lead to the pool.

“As much as I want you,” I begin, my voice heavy with lust. “I do not need my best friend or your men hearing me come.”

His green eyes darken and his nostrils flare. “Would never let that happen. We’re alone, Raylee, all alone and I’m going to fuck you now.” His tongue swirls around my nipple once again as his finger dips inside of me.

Who am I to deny him?

“Ride me, golden,” he commands.

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