I should have had a prospect with her when she’s gone into the city today. Not just following her, but with her person. It was fucking stupid of me not to.
I don’t think anything has really happened, the prospect would have called me. I decide to check in with my mother before bothering him.
“Sloane?” my mother asks, sounding fairly chipper.
“Looking for Imogen. She come by to see you yet?” I bark, unable to exchange pleasantries with my mom, not until I know where my sunshine is.
“I wasn’t aware that she was to come by today.”
I curse, running my hand through my hair as I start to pace. I explain that she said she was going to the city today to meet with her mom about that stupid fucking party, and then she said she was going to check on her.
“You don’t think something’s happened, do you? I’ve been home all day,” my mother says, sounding worried. I’m beyond worried. I’m downright panicked, and I’m too far away to do anything.
I thank her, and she tells me to keep her informed and that if she can help to just let her know. She sounds nothing like the mother I remember, and I can’t help but be grateful that my piece of shit father is finally dead.
My mother hasn’t sounded so lucid in the early afternoon as she has the past few times I’ve called her. Maybe there’s something salvageable between us. I hope so, for my children’s sake.
The prospect doesn’t answer my call, and I bark at his voicemail, instructing him to call me immediately before I start to walk toward the front door. Texas’ hand wraps around my shoulder and clamps down just as I take a step to leave.
“Where’re ya goin’?” he asks.
“I can’t get a hold of Genny. She’s not where she’s supposed to be, her phone’s off, and the prospect I had on her didn’t answer my call,” I state, trying to shake him off.
“Have Camo drive you. Last thing you need to do is lay your bike down because your head is not in the right place.”
I look up to Camo, who is standing beside him, and I nod in agreement. My gut churns, knowing down to my bones that something is not right. Even at her most pissed off at me, Imogen has always, always been reachable—if even only by text.
Camo and I run to his truck. He starts the engine and pulls out, sending his tires spinning, dirt and gravel flying everywhere before he speaks, “Where are we going?”
“Frisco, fast as you can without getting pulled over,” I announce.
He nods and, thankfully, doesn’t say anything else. I spend the ride calling her mother, who, like mine, hasn’t heard anything from Genny.
I then dial the prospect’s number over and over again. Goddammit, where the fuck is my wife? I close my eyes and try to calm myself down, try to keep from crawling out of my own skin with worry.
“That guy who hurt her isn’t an issue anymore, remember that brother,” Camo murmurs next to me.
My eyes pop open and I turn to him, giving him a chin lift, afraid to speak. Yeah, Graham may not be a problem anymore, but that doesn’t mean that she’s one hundred percent safe. That fucking cop has been sniffing around and making threats.
She’s Imogen Huntington. Someone who wants money could hold her hostage or hurt her. In fact, her father could do all of those things to get whatever he wants from her, since he obviously wants something.
The rest of the ride is in complete silence. When I see the city in sight, my heart starts to pound in my chest with panic. I don’t know where I’m going to tell Camo to go. Maybe we’ll try her father’s office first, then go from there. Maybe I can scare the absolute fucking shit out of the old man.
“Where to?” Camo asks.
I give him the address to Genny’s father’s office building and then help him with navigating downtown Frisco. Once we’re parked in the garage, I slide out, checking to make sure my gun is at the small of my back. Camo slams his door, and I look over at him in question.
“You stay here,” I grunt.
He chuckles, shaking his head, “No way in fuck am I letting you go in there alone. You’re a loose cannon, brother,” he murmurs.
I lift my chin and start to walk toward the building’s entrance. I can hear him behind me, his boots heavy and pounding the floor with each step.
I ignore the girl at the front desk and walk straight over to the elevators, stepping inside and pressing the button I know will lead me to Stewart’s floor. Camo and I don’t speak as we ride up.
Once the doors ping open, we step out and make our way over to Stewart’s office. The door is open and the secretary is gone, probably to lunch. I turn the knob and walk inside of my father-in-law’s office.
Unfortunately, I walk in on him fucking his missing secretary. His head pops up, as does hers, and she lets out a scream as she tries to cover her naked tits. She’s sitting on his lap, reverse cowgirl, so I get a full view of her young, naked body. Fuck me, it’s like he and my dad are the same goddamn man.
I watch as she stands and gathers her dress, covering herself as she slips into the bathroom that I know must be to the left of me. All of these big offices have bathrooms in them. I know my own father’s did.
These uptight fucks are too pretentious to share one ounce of space with anybody else, even while they’re taking a shit.
“How may I help you today, Sloane?” he asks, tucking his dick back into his pants and pulling them over his hips.
“Where’s my wife?” I growl.
I watch as his eyes widen in surprise. Then he smiles and laughs. “She finally left you this time, then?”
Shaking my head, I pull my gun out and point it at him. “Don’t move,” I warn as he reaches out, no doubt to call security or his cop buddy. “Where the fuck is my fucking wife?”
“You’re worthless, an absolutely fucking worthless thug,” he grinds through a clenched jaw.
“Like I’ve ever cared what you think of me,” I growl, taking a step forward. “Where is my wife?”
He smiles. When he does, he looks like the cocksucking snake he is. “Not sure where she could be. With access to her trust, she could be anywhere by now. I made sure she had a parting photograph of you to always keep with her.”
“Photograph?” I ask, gripping my gun tighter, grappling with the war inside of my head.
Part of me wants to pull the trigger, the other part knows he isn’t worth shit. He definitely isn’t worth going back to the pen over. Killing Graham and having my contact cover it up is one thing. He’s nobody but some rich asshole who works for his daddy. Stewart is a completely different story.
“Oh, you didn’t know that I’ve had a PI following you since you said I do? I should give him a raise. He’s obviously good at his job. I have pictures of you and all of your whores, Sloane. I knew they’d come in handy eventually. Imogen was visibly upset at the picture of you and your coming home party fuck,” he says, smiling widely.
“You didn’t,” I rumble.
“Why wouldn’t I? She’s useful to me, and I need her. I’ll do whatever I have to. It’s not like I forced you to fuck that young thing. You did that all on your own,” he laughs.
My phone rings in my pocket, and I reach for it, my eyes never leaving Stewart’s. I answer without looking at the caller ID.
My mother’s voice is on the other line, and the three words she says to me makes my heart ramp back up again. Relief floods my entire body—I found her. Thanking her, I end the call and then finish this shit with Imogen’s father once and for all.
“Leave my wife alone. She’s mine. She’s not yours anymore. She hasn’t been since she was eighteen years old. Whatever game you want to use her as your pawn in, forget it,” I state. “And call that fuckhead cop off of me and her.”
“Or what?” he asks, arching his brow.
“You think you’re the only one who can play games, old man? I meant it when I said you didn’t scare me when I was a teenager, and you still don’t. I know what you love and I know how to take it from you, piece by pi
ece,” I murmur.
He smirks, cockiness written all over his face, but I can see the fear behind his eyes. “I don’t love anyone,” he shrugs. I know he doesn’t love anyone. I’m not an idiot—not completely, anyway.
“I know you don’t love anyone. I know what you love, so watch yourself,” I say, shoving my gun back in my jeans.
Turning around to walk away from him, Camo at my heels, I hear him spouting something. I don’t give much of a shit about what he has to say. He fucks with me or Imogen one more time, and I’m tearing down his precious company and stripping him of his cash—penny by penny if I have to.
“Do you remember where Genny’s house is?” I ask as Camo and I slide into his pickup truck.
He nods. “Yeah.”
“My mom called while we were in there, that’s where she is,” I say.
Camo drives toward Genny’s and I stay silent, thinking. I’m sure seeing me and Destini upset her; it would anyone, but she knew it happened. I can only hope that she doesn’t hold it against me. When we pull up to the house, I’m surprised to see the prospect leaning against the front door.
“The fuck?” I whisper.
“He ain’t gonna earn a cut anytime soon,” Camo mutters as he throws the car in park.
We both get out and I march up to the little fuck. He’s playing a goddamn game on his phone. Silently I reach back and punch him in the side of the head. “Take care of this weak punk,” I announce before I pound on the fucking door with my fist.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
IMOGEN
A knocking sound startles me awake, and I roll over to see my mother-in-law, Kalli, standing at my back porch door. Her hand is on her hip, and her glasses are focused directly on me.
I don’t know how she got on my back deck, but I don’t question it. She’s Kalli Huntington. She gets whatever she wants, no matter what that is. If she can’t do it herself, she hires it done.
Slipping out of bed, I stumble over to the door and open it, not waiting to see if she walks in or not before I turn around and crawl back to my comfortable bed.
“Well, now, this is new,” she states as she sits down in the chair across from me, crossing her legs. I glance at the red-soles of her low heels and focus on that, instead of her face. “You want to tell me what my son did to make you run from him?”
My eyes snap up to hers, and I reach down to the photograph that’s on the floor and hold it out for her. She gently removes it from my hand, and I hear her hum as she takes in the way her son is fucking that whore.
That young whore.
Maybe her age shouldn’t affect me so much. He’s always fucked whores and, in general, they’re all fairly young. Perhaps it stings a little more because my father and Graham both made mention of how I’m now old.
“I can understand why you unplugged and hid out here,” she says. “Who gave this to you?”
I shift my eyes away from her before I bring them back and answer, “My father.”
“Why do you think he did that?” she asks, sounding far too sober and logical for my taste.
I have a feeling she only has more to say, and she knows the answer anyway.
“He wants me to leave him and marry some sixty-year old guy, so that he can take over his business. He’s willing to sell his business to my father, but the trade-off is me.”
She snorts and shakes her head, “You’re playing perfectly into your father’s hands.”
I agree, knowing that she’s right; that is, if I were going to leave Sloane over this. If infidelity was a sole reason to leave, I would have left a long time ago.
Unfortunately, I’m too stupid in love with Sloane, and I always have been. I knew he’d been with this girl, the way he brushed me off when I confronted him about it after she spewed her nonsense in the grocery store, he couldn’t deny it.
It doesn’t take away the hurt at having it shoved in my face, yet again.
“I’m not leaving, Sloane. I just needed some time to be alone,” I shrug.
“You know that this man, fresh out of prison, he is not the man you have now, don’t you?” she asks.
I nod, releasing a long exhale. I know she’s right, and yet, that doesn’t make my heart or my stomach stop twisting and aching. “I know.”
A loud pounding on the front door makes me jump, and my eyes widen as she gives me a small smile. To her credit, she looks at least a bit sorry. I know she must have called Sloane. Though how he made it here that fast, I don’t know.
“Work it out,” she says, reaching to take my hand as I sit up in the bed. She gives my hand a squeeze as she stands, and then she walks toward the front door.
I know she’s going to let Sloane into the house. I’m stuck in my spot. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my breathing shallow as I wait for Sloane to appear.
My eyes stay trained to the ground in front of me as his shadow darkens my vision. I don’t look up. I can’t. If I do, then I’ll surely cry.
Sloane doesn’t give me an opportunity to not look at him. He falls down to his knees in front of me and cups my cheeks with his hands, gently forcing my face up.
When my eyes meet his light green ones, the tears fill them. I’m unable to control my tears or my trembling bottom lip.
“Sunshine,” he rasps.
I shake my head as I try to control myself. I don’t want to hear anything, no apologies, no promises, no more. “I’m tired of hurting,” I whisper truthfully.
“If I could take it back, if I could take them all back, I would. Fuck, baby, I would take it all back—every single one of them. None of them mean anything to me. I don’t even…”
I stop him before he continues. “Don’t tell me that they meant nothing to you, or that you can’t remember them. It just makes me feel even shitter. Because if I was something to you, if I meant anything to you, you wouldn’t have done that to me. If they meant nothing, then you wouldn’t have been with them—especially if I meant even the slightest bit of anything to you,” I whisper.
“It wasn’t ever about them. Fucking shit, it was about the dope. It’s always been the goddamn high,” he practically screams, his eyes showing every ounce of pain. “Christ, sunshine. Don’t do this. I can’t excuse my actions, but baby, you know—you know that I would change all that shit if I could.”
His thumbs wipe my falling tears away, and I allow him because I love him. I always have and I always will. Even if that love sometimes hurts, apparently, I’ll take the pain. For whatever reason, I go back for more, again and again.
“I know, Sloane. I love you so much and seeing that picture hurt. I just needed a few hours to wallow in my own bullshit. I’m okay now,” I say, giving him a smile.
“Never again, sunshine. Since getting back with you, I haven’t touched another woman. I swear to you, baby. I wouldn’t lie about that, not ever again,” he murmurs.
Reaching up, I cup his cheek. “I know. I believe you and I trust you,” I whisper. “I’m not mad. It was a surprise to see, and it knocked me on my ass for a minute. I’m okay.”
I close my eyes and gasp when his lips touch mine. He kisses me sweetly, gently, and he doesn’t push further, his teeth nipping my bottom lip before he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Imogen. I want to erase that part of my past, not for me, but for you. It kills me that I hurt you for so long. I was nothing but a selfish bastard, always looking for a high of some kind. I never wanted to lose you, either. You grounded me to some degree. I treated you like shit for so fucking long, and I’m so goddamn sorry, sunshine. All these years, and I wasted them, fucking wasted them and hurt the shit out of you.”
“I love you, too, Sloane. When you’re alone with me, and you’re my Sloane. It’s hard for me to love Soar, but I’m starting to,” I admit.
He lets out a heavy breath and his hands move from my face to the outsides of my thighs. He pushes my dress up to my hips. I suck in a breath when his hands move to my ass and he pulls me to
the edge of the bed.
His mouth opens, and he blows hot air on the material of my panties, on my center. He nips me, and then he sucks. I feel his tongue press against my clit, causing me to moan and fist my fingers in his hair.
Without a word, he hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down my legs as he sits back slightly. Then his face is back at my core, and his tongue flicks my clit before it fills my pussy.
“Sloane,” I gasp, fisting my fingers in his hair as I push myself closer to his mouth.
He lifts my legs and throws them over his shoulders as his hands cup my ass. He pulls me, angling me, and I use my grip in his hair to keep myself upright as I ride his face.
Moaning, Sloane’s fingers dig into my ass a little harder. His tongue works me, fucking me, and then nipping and licking before flicking my clit.
It feels so good, and I have no problem chasing my orgasm as I grind against his face, his eyes focused on mine. When I come, it’s with a long moan.
I fall back once he releases me, my legs as limp as the rest of my body. I don’t hear him unbuckle, unzip, or the sound of his pants falling, but I do feel him when he slides inside of my wet center.
I lift my legs, wrapping them higher around his waist as my eyes flutter open to look into his.
“I love you, sunshine,” he murmurs as he slowly pulls out of me before he sinks back inside.
I open my mouth, but he doesn’t allow me to speak. He interrupts me. Every time he sinks down inside of me, he tells me he loves me.
Every single time.
I can do nothing but watch him, watch the way he looks at me, watch his eyes, how they hide absolutely nothing and shine with love.
“Come on my cock, baby,” he rasps. I feel his arms trembling above me, and his I love yous become more strained.
Lifting my legs a little higher, he grinds against my clit with his pelvis. It sends me over the edge. My pussy clamps down around him while I whimper through my release, and then he fucks me without restraint.
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