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I hold it to my chest, shaking my head.

“Bentley,” he growls, “Do you want to stay with me or go home?”

He should know the answer to his question, but he holds me with his glare as he waits for my reply.

“Stay,” I whisper.

“Then give me your phone.” He holds out his hand as I place my phone into his palm.

He starts taping on the screen as I lean up on my toes to see what he’s doing. I know I shouldn’t be here right now, and I know Marcus will be pissed. I totally forgot about the damn tracker, and curse at myself for not leaving my phone at home.

“What are you doing?” I ask as an unfamiliar black screen comes up with a bunch of random numbers and letters.

“Hacking into your tracker app. I’m going to make it look like you’re heading home. I’m just reversing your last tracked route before I ping your location to the house.”

My brows shoot up. “You know how to do that?”

He shrugs. “There’s a few things you don’t know about me, Bentley.” He hands my phone back. “There, problem solved. Now let’s stop thinking about my controlling prick of a father and have that drink.”

I gulp as he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bar. I almost forget about the lingerie beneath my jacket and can’t help but wonder what Gabe has planned for us after this drink.

Chapter seventeen

Gabe

My father is the biggest cock block in the universe. Bentley isn't the same after his call, and I could kill him for making her this way. When I first met her, she was this strong, independent woman who didn't take shit from anyone. Now she’s this timid and terrified woman in a broken shell. He did this to her, and I want to strangle the life from him.

I think what hurts the most is seeing Bentley becoming my mother. I may have only been thirteen when we left his ass, but I’llnever forget how my mother was when she was with him. She rarely spoke louder than a whisper and cringed when Marcus entered the room. It’s the same thing Bentley does now, and the only way I know how to help her is to get her as far away from my father as possible.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, breaking me from my thoughts.

I turn to her, grabbing her knees to spin her toward me as I glare into her eyes.

"Don't ever apologize to me, Bentley. This isn't your fault and I'll be damned if I let him destroy another woman."

Her bottom lip trembles, and fuck, does it tug on my heartstrings. I hate how I can’t just take her from him now. This needs to be her choice. She needs to see my father for the monster that he is. I won't beg her to choose me.

She slowly nods. "Can we stop talking about him?"

"Fuck yes we can." I flag the bartender down before he comes over. "Two shots of Tequila please. Extra salt."

He nods and fills the shots right in front of us, sliding the contents on the bar as we each grab a shot and sprinkle salt on our hands.

She holds it up and smiles. "Let's cheer to your hacking skills."

I chuckle, clinking her shot glass with mine before we lick the salt, chugging down the harsh liquor, and plunging the lime into our mouths. A bit of the lime juice slides down her chin as I lean forward and lap it up with my tongue. She freezes as her breathing picks up pace. Apparently all I have to do to get her mind off of my father is to distract her with my sex appeal. That’s something I can definitely do. Bring it on.

I grab her knees again, rubbing my thumbs over the lacey stockings as my mind pictures what she looks like beneath this purple jacket. What a perfect color. I grin to myself, remembering the image she sent me.

Her legs spread apart as my hands travel up her thighs, hooking my fingers in the garter straps before I snap them against her skin. She bucks in her seat, letting out a small moan as I look up at her through my hooded gaze. Oh, the things I’d do to her if we were alone right now.

“Excuse me, but I…”

I sit back, glaring over at the prick who just interrupted us. His eyes slide over Bentley with hunger as I tighten my fists and growl.

“How much?" He pulls out a wad of cash. "It's my buddies bachelor party," he pauses, pointing to a group of men behind us who all stare in this direction at Bentley. "I want to send him off with a bang if you know what I mean."

"What the fuck did you just say?"

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