Chapter 190: GUNSHOTS
Finnegan
"Get away from my grandchild."
Mother’s voice sliced through the cool night air like a whip, cold and dripping with pure disdain as she glared at Abigail.
Just fucking wonderful. First, she had interrupted my moment with Abigail to rant about my choice of hall for the gala and why that was reason enough to fire my assistant.
I had long known that Mother complained simply because she enjoyed it and loved to find fault with everything, but that didn’t make it any less irritating.
Richard had been saying something cryptic earlier. I needed to figure out what the hell he meant. What if it had something to do with the shell companies evidence Mother planted on my computer?
And why on earth was Angel even here? She should be back home in bed!
I narrowed my eyes at River, who threw her hands up in defense.
"Didn’t you hear me?!" Mother spat. "Angel, get away from that woman right now."
My daughter instantly stiffened beside Abigail and lifted her chin in defiance. "I don’t mind her being here, Grandmother. I like Abigail. She’s funny, and she talks to me like I’m a real person, not some fragile little doll."
Mother took a step forward, but I moved instantly, planting myself in front of her. She could take up whatever she wanted with me and leave Angel and Abigail out of this.
"That’s enough, Mother," I hissed. "We’ll discuss this tomorrow. I have important guests waiting inside."
Mother’s green eyes burned so hot with fury, it turned my stomach. In the past, whenever she looked at me like that, I’d simply assumed it was because I had failed her in some way. Now I knew that nothing I did would be good enough for her anyway.
"Suit yourself. Just be assured that I will do the same, son." She sniped, finally spinning on her heel and storming toward her car.
The butler immediately rushed forward to take her purse and help her into the vehicle.
The second she was gone, my shoulders dropped slightly. Angel’s shoes pounded the ground as she ran over to me and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, pressing her face into my torso.
"Hey, Dad."
"Hey, princess," I sighed, combing my fingers through her hair.
"Your assistant is really pretty. And super funny too. I like her a lot. We were telling jokes, and she didn’t treat me like a kid."
A reluctant smile tugged at my lips. I looked over Angel’s head and locked eyes with Abigail.
She flashed me a heart-stopping smile that had all the days we spent in Santorini together flashing through my head.
River stepped closer, her lips dropping into a pout. "I’m sorry, Finn. Angel insisted on sneaking here just to take a peek at Abigail. I thought it would be quick and harmless."
I sighed, running a hand through my daughter’s hair. "The last thing I want is paparazzi catching wind of Angel. I’ve managed to keep her out of the spotlight for years. I don’t want that to change now."
Angel pulled back and grinned up at me cheekily. "I was super careful, Dad. I promise."
I pressed a kiss to her forehead, ruffling her hair. "Go home with Aunt River. I’ll see you soon, princess."
"Aww." She glanced back at Abigail. "Will I get to meet her again?"
"Of course," Abigail replied, holding a hand up in the air for a high five.
"It’s a date!" Angel giggled cheekily before heading back to the car with River.
Abigail stepped close then, her shoulder brushing my arm. I sighed when she folded my hand into her soft dainty ones and gave a little squeeze. "You okay?"
I squeezed back, my thumb stroking over her knuckles. The urge to kiss every one of her fingers, then trail my lips down her hands to her tits, her very plump tits.
My mind drifted to Santorini. Four days ago, I’d had her in the infinity pool of my cliffside villa as the sun sank into the sea, sinking into her slowly and deep from behind, one hand wrapped around her throat.
My head replayed it in 3D, her moans, her pussy clenching around me — it was etched into my memory. I had made memories that would last me a lifetime with my Abigail.
Later that night, she had ridden me on the terrace under a sky full of stars, completely naked except for that waist chain.
Her full tits bouncing, hips rolling, lips parted in ecstasy as she rode my cock. I had never felt so consumed by anyone. I had never wanted to be so consumed.
Abigail owned my every breath, my heart and my soul. Hell, there was that moment in the corridor earlier tonight...
I’d had her pinned against the wall, her soft curves pressed against me while she boldly stroked my cock through my pants.
God, my control had nearly snapped to shreds. I wanted nothing more than to hike up that emerald green dress, bend her over, and fuck her raw right there, consequences be damned.
I still wanted to. The urge to say fuck the gala and drag her home to bury myself inside her for the rest of the night and wrap my arms around her was overwhelming. We stepped back into the brightly lit hall.
My eyes immediately found Richard Saxon waiting near the bar. The man was infamous in the automobile industry for his shady dealings and underhanded tactics, though nothing had ever been proven, and he couldn’t be caught like the slimy bastard he was.
Earlier that night, I’d seen him talking with Mother. Then he’d come up to me with a weird knowing smile on his face, clapping me on the back and calling me a smart man for making such an "unexpected business move." I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about, and I intended to find out.
But before I could move toward him, a loud gunshot shattered the night air. BANG!
