Page 41 of Save Me
“Fuck, Vogue. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Same. But I’m not sure we can do that under my dad’s roof.”
The guys chuckle darkly. “Oh, we can,” Quen murmurs. “And it will be hot as fuck knowing he could catch us.”
“He would kill you,” I giggle.
“That’s what makes it so delicious,” Thayer says as Quen rolls off me.
“Let’s go before I change my mind,” I say, climbing off the bed, my legs weak and my hands shaking.
I dive into the shower and get dressed as the guys wait for me in the living room. I have no idea what awaits me at my dad’s now, but I know this is the right move at the right time.
Everything else will fall into place.
14
CALLUM
There isno doubt in my mind that Aaron is going to have our asses if he finds out about how we take his daughter all together. He must know this goes deeper than mere protection.
She comes out looking like a warrior ready for battle. Her clothes hug her in all the right places, yet they’re practical and all her. She’s got that glint in her eye, the one that says she’s ready to take on the world, and we’ll be damned if we let her do it alone.
“You ready?” I ask as she slings her bag over her shoulder.
She nods, eyes steely. “Yeah.”
We make our way downstairs and, once again, climb into the SUV.
With Vogue on the back seat next to me, I know we’re heading into uncharted territory. We are walking into a shitstorm, but it’s one that is necessary. The drive back to Aaron’s is short, and we arrive through the gates, driving up to the house where a surprise awaits us.
“Dad,” I murmur as I see the black Bentley parked neatly off to the side.
“Dad?” Vogue asks quietly, giving me a raised eyebrow.
“Yep. Duke of Woodhurst. This should be super fun.”
“Not,” Quen growls on her other side. He still has issues. He refuses to take the title of Lord even though it’s his as the second-born son to a Duke. He blames his abduction from the hospital entirely on our father, and to be fair, I don’t blame him. It should never have happened, and how it did is a plague that will curse us both until Quentin accepts that his life was stolen from him, but he now has it back. All my life, I knew something was off.
It was only when I confronted my parents, seeking answers as to why I always felt like half of me was missing, that my mother broke down and confessed the sordid story.
Nothing, not even a hoard of rampaging demons, could’ve stopped me from finding my brother and bringing him back home. However, all it took was for me to open the goddamned door to see him standing there one morning, angry, broken and lost.
“Cal?” Vogue whispers, taking my hand. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I reply, not really meaning it. Dad has tried with Quen, but this isn’t the time for a confrontation.
Or maybe it is. Maybe it’s time they had it out, mafia style. Fists and anger.
Thayer parks up, and we climb out. Harry and Thayer take Vogue’s bags as well as their own and march straight into Aaron’s house with me and Quen trailing behind.
“You need to sort this shit out.”
“Don’t really want to.” He scowls fiercely at me before turning away.
“Tough shit, brother. It’s time.” I heft my bag up and enter the house, seeing Aaron greeting Vogue and the other guys with suspicion.
“We’re all moving in,” I inform him, not scared of him in the least. He is practically my second dad.
