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.

woman Aiden. You

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

eyes snap back up, the fury returning in

fire and danger. You’re not going and that’s the end of

chest and glaring at him I let out an

letting

said

fire on my back, nipping

every step I took.

You better not go there.” He growled, his tone swirling with

what?” I said over my shoulder without turning

get me

get you out I promise.” Those were my

frustrated yell died out when I

unsure of my decision. But then a flash of Sergio’s smirk in my head and I was again hell bent on

have to go to Sergio. I had no clue as to where Christopher lived or where I can expect to meet up with him. Sergio would know, after all Christopher was one

station, my mind hazy in how I would go about this

figure it out on

pulled out my phone and dialed

“Miss-

by telling him to come pick me up and bring me to

was reluctant

to the familiar house, Mitch turned

sure Miss?

go.”

but didn’t say anything but

stiffening and getting

out a heavy sigh

very uptight.” Mitch warned the second my hands

know.” I answered with a

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

rang on

“Mila,”

saw the news, Ria forwarded it to me. When