Page 68 of Sold to Her Enemy

“No, I’m fine. You made me eat enough at the party.”

“Good. Someone needs to look after you. Why are you so thin?”

Mckenna shrugs one shoulder. “It’s the stress of the last year. We don’t have a lot of money since you destroyed our lives.”

“Mckenna…” I’m not going to apologize for protecting the legacy that I was raised to take the reins of.

But I wish it hadn’t affected her.

“I know MM Industries controlled most of your family assets.” It’s not an apology, but it’s admitting that I knew her family would be financially cut off. That was partly why I did it. And to protect MM Industries from being entangled with criminality, I’d do it again. “How have you been surviving?”

“I’ve taken as many jobs as possible, and my mom’s aunt helped for a while. My mother...”

Mckenna crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“Put your arms behind your back, hellion.”

She bites her lip but obeys me, her chest heaving, her pink tongue licking her lips.

“Good girl. I want to feel these breasts.” I run my hand down her throat, grip her breast in my hand, and squeeze it. She closes her eyes as I tweak her nipple between my fingers. “Your mother?”

“She hasn’t handled it well. My father loved her more than anything. I think she’s mad he left her and left her with nothing. She barely speaks, and she barely eats. I can’t get her to do anything. She literally sits in the living room all day.”

Mckenna’s mother, Liz, is a reserved woman until Davis walks into the room. Come to think of it, she reacted the same way to my parents. It’s like she stored all her affection for the people she loved. I know she loves Mckenna, but she always seemed kind of distant toward her daughter.

“It must be tough to take care of her,” I put a hand on her shoulder, leading her to the living room. I wanted to take care of this woman for the longest time. I wanted to be her protector, but she wouldn’t let me.

“Yes, it is.”

“You don’t have to worry about doing it yourself, Mckenna. I’m here now.”

She gives me a half smile. “I know you’re still mad at me. I know better than to speak to journalists, but the money they gave me helped me pay rent, and I didn’t know what else to do. It felt like nobody from home was talking to me. I didn’t think you’d take my calls.”

“I would have answered that phone so fast.” I guide her to the leather couch in the living room, letting her sit. I pull a throw blanket from the back of the couch around her shoulders.

“I wish it hadn’t happened. I wish I still had our house in Boston. I wish I was a vet.”

“Mckenna, you can do anything you want with the money the auction gives you.”

She leans on the armrest of the couch, stretching. “I had almost forgotten about that.”

“Yeah, about 500k.” I pat her shoulder affectionately. Her green eyes blink at me, and she laughs.

“That’s just another day for you, isn’t it?”

“A good day,” I smirk. “I will come get you when I’m ready. I have questions to ask you, hellion.” I try to put a touch of steel in my voice, but it comes out husky and thick with desire.

“You’re going to have to make me answer them,” her voice catches on the words.

“That’s the plan.” I brush my fingers along her chin and leave her as she snuggles against the arm of the sofa.

I walk down the hall into a spare bedroom I still need to decorate. There is a pile of boxes in the middle of the floor, and I move them to another room.

I pull the drapes closed and grab a spotlight from an outdoor event. I plug it into the room, and it casts the right amount of light, giving the space the desired bright-white-light feel I was going for.

From my office, I drag down a hardback chair with no arms and set it in the middle of the room. Then I collect the toys I need for the scene, reminding me of Mckenna’s hard limit list, where she said yes to electro play. It won’t be anything heavy, but it will be intense all the same.

Sometimes, people don’t know what they know until they’re asked the right questions, and though this is a play interrogation scene, some of the questions are real. I want to believe that Mckenna doesn’t know where her father would have those formulas, but I also know Davis, and if my suspicions are right, there’s no way he wouldn’t have left Mckenna something to find.

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