Page 103 of The Loathing

She shuffles slightly and I don’t miss the wince that makes her brows pinch.

“You’re sore,” and suddenly I feel guilty.

“A good sore,” she smiles, turning to face me and kissing me.

“Come, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

I stand from the bed, wrapping my arms around her as I carry her to the bathroom, turning the shower on where I take my time in washing every inch of her body.

I’m fucked.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

XAVIER

“How has no one found them yet!?” my voice is loud as I shout, slamming my hand down on my desk. I haven’t slept in what feels like a week, I keep playing the CCTV footage to see if I have missed anything, but there is nothing that gives me any indication of where that no-good cunt has taken my daughter.

He has no right.

I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

He does have a right.

I hired him to protect her and that’s what he is doing.

And given any other circumstance, I would be fucking proud as punch, but in the circumstances I am currently in I need him to bring her home.

I try both their phones again, but they go straight through to voicemail. Of course, they are. Pressing Tyson’s name, it doesn’t even ring before he answers.

“Anything?”

“No boss.”

“Fucking useless,” I cut him off and drop my phone on the desk. “Cunt,” I shake my head from side to side, fisting my hands in my pockets I walk slowly over towards the back of my office and I stare out over my grounds, my lips twitching into a small smile when I see Royal tending to her flower garden.

“How the fuck did I get here?” I groan, rubbing the kink out of the back of my neck. I am too stressed, I need to retire. As soon as I know she is safe and this is all finished with I am done.

I’ve said it for the last five years, but I am done.

Completely.

I hear a commotion and turn to see Xander being thrown through the door and he falls to his knees followed by cunt one and cunt two.

The Knight Brothers.

“Hello Xavier.”

I turn to seek out Royal and that’s when I see that she is no longer in the garden and my heart sinks.

I pull my suit jacket down, then pull on the sleeves walking over slow and steady towards them.

They don’t scare me.

What’s the worst they’re going to do? Put a bullet through my skull like I did their father’s.

Bullshit.

They’re cowards. I would have been six feet under and cold months ago if that was the case.

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