The Girl He Craves

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Sophie’s pov

Aiden stared at me for a few seconds, each second my heart skipped a beat, waiting for his anger.

But then he laughed instead. A short dry chuckle that made my bones chill.

“Who’s going to ‘talk’ to Christopher?” By the tone of his voice, I knew he was holding back his anger.

I would rather he not, because sensing it was by far worst than living it.

This made me reluctant to respond to him. But I did.

“Me. I will be the on-

I had not even finished my sentence when Aiden pulls away from me, his head shaking in disbelief as he made his distate known.

“Over my dead body Sophie. You’re not going over to talk to that fucker. I’ll call my lawyer and-

“Aiden!” I hissed in frustration as I watch him pace the floor like a mad man.

He stops and stares at me.

“What if they refuse to budge Aiden? Not even you are above the law, they have evidence of you hitting Christopher.”

His jaw pop, his teeth grit and if it were possible I was sure steam or fire would be waving out of his nose and ears.

Gosh he was angry, no furious. The other two men looked at him warily which just proves how much power and domination that rubbed off Aiden.

He storms back over to the bars and gripped them in a tight hold lock. His fingers turned white, his veins on his neck pulsing, his eyes ablaze with fury.

I was making him more angry or perhaps it was the situation. Both. It was both.

“Fuck the law and fuck the evidence. You’re not going to go see that bastard you hear me?” He spat, eyes sending daggers at me.

Despite how unsettling scared I was by his anger, I knew he would never hurt me, which is why I lift my chin and stared him head on.

Aiden. You can’t tell me what to

lingering on my breast and my thighs. He pushes his head closer to the bars, lowering his voice. “Don’t you think I

snap back up, the fury returning

and danger. You’re

arms under my chest and glaring at him

letting up.

see.” I said and

like angry fire on my back, nipping at my

every step I took.

He growled, his tone

over my shoulder without turning around to look

me mad

“You’re already mad Aiden. I’ll get you out I

out when I

absolutely unsure of my decision. But then a

no clue as to where Christopher lived or where I can expect to meet up with him.

my mind hazy in how I would go about this and actually make Christopher agree

it out on the

phone and dialed

“Miss-

cut him off by telling him to come pick me up and

was reluctant but

house, Mitch turned around in his

you sure

to let me go.” I lied

quick but didn’t say

looked out the window at the huge mansion, my body stiffening and getting ready for the unpleasant conversation

a heavy sigh through my parted

who’s very uptight.” Mitch warned the second my hands latch on the door

a sigh. “I’ll be

and stepped out. Chewing my lips I began my short journey to the huge

phone rang on the

“Mila,”

it to me. When did this happen?