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Story: Duncan
Jesus Christ, I didn’t know what I fucking believed.
“Because you had something else that was more important to do.” She looked over at her dad. I hadn’t listened to Athena and went to New York instead of home to Boston. And spent hours with her father, while Sal had to rescue her for me.
“I should have been the one to rescue you.”
Freyja placed her hands on my cheeks. “I didn’t need rescuing. Lucille told me I would be fine.”
A throat cleared, and I looked at my boss. “Did Lucille tell you the place would be wired to blow?”
My eyes snapped to Freyja, and hers closed.
“WHAT?” I yelled. I stood from my desk and held her shoulders. “The place was wired to blow up? While you were in it? Who fuckin’ took you?”
Freyja glared at Sal. “No, she didn’t tell me that part.”
“Freyja, Lucille isn’t fucking real,” her brother groaned.
“Dimeter, shut up! Just because you don’t believe in something doesn’t make it untrue. How is your son by the way? You know, the one Lucille told me you were having?”
Dimeter Malpas rubbed his face in frustration. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Lucille had put my woman in danger. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the actress, either.
“Who picked you up at the airport?” Mac asked, putting us back on track.
Freyja looked back at me. “Promise you won’t yell.”
“Freyja,” I warned.
“Promise me, Duncan. Or I won’t tell you.”
I sat back against the desk and curled my fingers around the edge. I squeezed so hard I thought I might break the fucking thing. This woman was asking me for something I didn’t think I could do.
I had a feeling I knew who it was, and if I was right, he was a fucking dead man.
“Promise me,” she whispered, her hands on my chest.
“I can’t do that,mo bandia. Don’t ask me not to be angry that someone took you and obviously tied you down.” I held her hands up and gently rubbed the red skin around her wrists. I kissed the marks that marred her perfect skin.
“I’m not asking you not to be angry.” Her voiced lowered a fraction. “I’m not even asking you not to go after him. I know you will. I’m just asking you not to yell.” She bit her lip as she waited, and she was so damn cute I smiled.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Freyja glared at her brother. And King smacked him on the back of the head.
I turned Freyja’s face back to me. “Who?”
“Tyran Fitzpatrick.”
“FUCKIN’ SON OF A BITCH!” Sal yelled, and I smiled at Freyja.
“You didn’t make him promise.”
Freyja sighed and leaned into me.
“I want that cocksucker found!” Sal snarled. “Get Liam in here.”
“Which one is Liam?” Freyja whispered.
“The one that Kelley tossed you to at the ball.” Freyja bit her lip, a question in her eyes. “Gavin’s older brother.”
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