Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.She wasn’t supposed to know.It wasn’t supposed to matter but now it did.They were going to relish killing Morton.
“Fuck that,” Morton said puffing out his chest.“I will fuck her cunt with this bottle of champagne first,” he said picking up a bottle from the table.“And cleanse out her pussy of your junk before she gets my dick.Kill these bastards and take your time with them.I want to hear them scream when I fuck them out of my slut of a wife.”He made a move toward Adrienne.
“We warned you what would happen if you touched her, Father dearest,” Emerson said softly.
“Why?”Morton asked, and he seemed to genuinely want to know the answer.
“Because she belongs to us.”
“It’s our teeth marks and handprints all over her body.A body you will never touch.”
“And it’s our cum dripping down her thighs as she sits there.”
“She’s ours the way she would never be yours.”
Their words did the job.It distracted Morton and his bodyguards and in the blink of an eye, they took charge of the situation with nothing more than the cutlery from the table.The six bodyguards went down, bleeding profusely before they could charge their weapons and Morton was slammed into a chair, a gun planted in his mouth.
One look at Adrienne, and they knew they had to get her out of there.It was going to get ugly between them and Morton.
Darien called one of the guards on the grounds.She happened to be a woman.Someone they knew and trusted and had worked with before.
“Helena,” Austin said.“Will you take Ms.Palmer out, please?We have some personal business to discuss with Mr.Morton.”
Chapter Fifteen
They took away her agency and Adrienne knew she could never forgive them for it.
She couldn’t understand what was happening.She had never seen armed men disarmed so quickly in all her life.And Emerson, Darien, and Austin didn’t have a hair out of place.
But there was something about them that changed when they stepped into Desmond’s dining hall.
She somehow had the feeling it wasn’t only her battle with the revolting man, but there was something about them and Desmond as well, but she brushed it aside, ignoring the level of pure hatred that Emerson, Darien, and Austin emitted that had made her question things in the first place.
Did they know Desmond?
Was this even about her at all?
But what unfolded next drained the blood from her body.Their words cut through like ice.Pierced her soul and left her destroyed.It wasn’t about Desmond anymore; it was about them.
How had she been so wrong about them?How could she have trusted them so blindly?Everything that had happened between them had been orchestrated for this one moment in time, planned from day one.Nothing had been a coincidence.
They had used her.And she, too stupid to know it, had done everything they had expected her to do.
Oh god, and she had done the most painful thing of it all, too.
She had fallen in love with them.
Completely.Unequivocally.Devastatingly.
Yet, all she was—all she had ever been—was a pawn in their own revenge scheme.Desmond Morton was their father.How was that possible?How stupid was she to fall for them?
That’s why they knew her.They’d sought her out, lied that they were protecting her, made her fall in love with them all so they could flaunt her in front of their father.
Their father.
Tears ripped from her eyes, blinding her.She stumbled in disbelief and the guard she was following out had to catch her or she would have tumbled to the floor.
“Please, I need to get out of here.I’ll give you anything you want,” she pleaded.
