I was out of the car before Parker pulled to a stop.
One of the men outside tried to stop me, but my fist met his face before he could do more than raise his hand. Nicolai Ivanov could kiss my ass, because the only thing I could see were the holes riddling the siding of Parker’s house. Why did I bring Harper here? She was safer at my house.
‘Dad, I need to get to Harper. She’s hurt.’
‘I know Mason, and we’ll go just as soon as you get your sweater.’
I tore through the interior, knocking shit over as I went by. Images filled my mind as I searched. Images of a perfect freckled nose dotted with blood and big doe eyes that no longer sparkled. Ned Callaghan was a dead man. I was going to rip his heart out of his fucking chest. I’d make him pay, even if it was too late.
No, I couldn’t think that.
But what if you’re right? What if Harper’s already gone?
I stopped and hunched over to catch my breath. Where was she? I couldn’t find anyone other than Nicolai’s men.
‘I’m sorry Mason, but I didn’t make it up.’
‘Yes you did.’
The second I saw that tape I should’ve known something was wrong. I should’ve seen it. I should’ve saved her.
“Where the fuck is she?” I bellowed while flipping over the couch.
“They’re over here.” My gaze snapped up to the suited man coming down the stairs. “We put them in the safe room.”
“She’s okay?”
‘Harper’s fine, but you’re going to have to come with us.’
The man nodded and waved for me to follow him down the hall. The voices of the past continued to speak as I walked with him. I could feel the handcuffs being clipped around my wrists. The click of a tape being played followed us around the corner. When we stopped in front of a door, I heard the clang of my cell being locked shut. Then when the door swung open and I saw the sparkle of fear in Harper’s big doe eyes, three words rang through my head.
‘Mason did it.’
She was right. I did do it. I abandoned her, because my monster wouldn’t let me see hers. All these years Ryker Hudson’s taunt sat in the back of my head when it should’ve been the broken look in her eyes on that video tape. Never again.
I rushed forward and scooped her up in my arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”
And what did my sweet girl do? She wrapped her arms around me and kissed the tear sliding down my cheek.
“Don’t worry. We’re all okay.”
God damnit.
I cupped her cheeks and peppered her with kisses, making sure I didn’t miss a single one of those thirty-seven dots. I couldn’t get close enough to her. And when I pulled away to memorize every inch of her face, she smiled back at me. I snapped. Slammed my lips down on hers and pushed her back on the ground. I needed to be inside her.
Right.
Fucking.
Now.
I didn’t give a shit who was there. Didn’t care when Lana muttered something and ran out of the room. Not even Harper could stop me, and she was trying. When I unclasped my belt she pushed on my shoulders and argued that people could see.
Good. I wanted them to see. I wanted everyone in this house, including Harper, to know who she belonged to. Besides, the babies left with Lana, so who the fuck cared who else was watching? Not even God himself could stop me from reaching up under her skirt and tearing her panties off.
“Mason, stop.” Harper wriggled to the side, trying to buck her hips away, but I was already there, pushing into her tight walls.
I groaned as the heat of her pussy enveloped my cock. Then slammed into her when she moaned in response. She could tell me to stop and shake her head all she wanted, but she liked this shit just as much as I did. Proof of that came three pumps later when her back bowed and she screamed out my name. Did I get off on forcing girls? No, I got off on forcing her.
