Page 36 of A Seductive Beauty
“After that Lex has her on camera getting into the back of her parents’ Bentley in front of her house. She never went into the house. She might be hiding out from you for a bit if she’s upset. She’ll be safe there until we get this all figured out.”
“I’m going to end this prospect of yours, Brody. Shane, I don’t like the idea of her being there. Contact her through them. I need to make sure she knows I was only trying to protect her.”
“Are you sure you want to focus Sir on her there?”
I don’t like it, but I agree if I message her there, he will find out and then go after her. I decide I’m going to relieve some of this anger on Brody’s prospect and try to focus on work and not her.
I head into the dining room and sitting on the table is a basket with pastries along with a carafe of coffee. Hopefully she’ll give me the chance to explain why I made the decision I did.
After I beat the prospect and break his fingers for touching her, I head into my house. I smell something good cooking. I walk over to the oven and in there on warm are individual meat pies.
“She made Irish stout pies,” Rory says from behind me. “I asked her if she could, and she said she would. Bloody hell, dude, you need to marry that girl.”
I slam the door and walk out, unable to face what is right in front of me. I head back to the dungeon to torture the man who put his hands on my beauty.
Chapter Ten
Aidan
It’s been almost two months since I saw her. Two months of not touching her, kissing her, or even smelling her. I’ve been angry with everyone. Every message I send to her is ignored. Her parents say she doesn’t want to speak to me and doesn’t want anything to do with me. No one has seen her.
“Let me go right now, you arsehole. My family will arrest you for manhandling me.” A feminine voice screeches from the hall.
“You wanted to talk to him, spitfire. This is where he works.”
“It’s a bloody house. Most people do business from an office. He wasn’t at the track, so I came to you.”
“What do we have here?” My voice booms and echoes off the walls. Brody swings around with a small woman in his arms. Her dark brown hair is in disarray around her face. I recognize her immediately.
“Moira?”
She goes on the defensive and punches Brody in the gut. When he doubles over, she grabs his head and slams it into her knee. Normally, no one would get the upper hand on him, but she surprised him. He falls back and she advances on me.
“You arsehole.” She starts yelling at me. “If you hadn’t have hurt her, she wouldn’t be in trouble now. I can’t even speak to her without her being under guard. She’s lost weight and looks like she isn’t sleeping. How could you hurt her? What did she ever do to you? She cared for you, probably loved you, but you had to just use her. You are like all men, a fecking wanker.” She swings at me, but I’m prepared even though her words slam into me. I grab her hand and pull her, twisting her into me. Her back goes to my chest and I hold her tight. She’s flailing around, trying to break the hold. Her feet try to stomp on mine.
“Don’t fecking hurt her,” Brody groans from the floor. His nose obviously broken.
I look up as more screeching comes from the entrance and in walks another one of Fiona’s friends, this one is being held by the prospect who helped Fiona escape. He isn’t allowed on the compound, but the girl he’s holding on to is spitting angry too.
“Do you know who my father is? He’s going kill you when he finds out you touched me.” Her warm tawny skin is flushed and her hazel eyes flash.
“Settle down, both of you,” I yell. “What are you saying, Moira, about Fiona?”
My brother stands up with blood rolling down his face, and he reaches for her and pulls her from my grip.
“And you leave her and go now.” I point at the prospect.
“Boss.” He pushes her in his haste to get out, and I step forward so she doesn’t fall.
“Now, let’s go into my office and discuss this like adults.” I direct everyone.
“I can’t believe you. Acting like you didn’t use Fiona,” Moira spits from Brody’s grip. “And you, arsehole, let me go.”
“You going to be nice, spitfire?”
“If he’ll explain himself.”
I stand leaning against my desk and offer them seats. Both girls sit while Brody stands behind Moira’s chair.
