Page 55 of Foxx
Aiden
“The house Roz took you to is owned by Jennifer McNally, so who the fuck is that?” I question Mia like she’s anyone else who’s made the mistake of lying to me.
“That’s my mother. Her new husband’s name is McNally,” she whispers, still rubbing her wrists.
“Before her, the same Michael Crawford who owns your car owned the house.”
“My grandfather.” Her voice cracks, and I fight the urge to help her bring the feeling and circulation back to her limbs.
“My nameisMia, short for Emilia, but my last name is Tyler. Crawford was my mother’s maiden name.”
“We searched for Amelia,” I say skeptically. “Spell it.”
She does, and although it’s not without immense fucking effort to doubt her, I know the serum is forcing her honesty. I run the back of my knuckles along my jaw and settle back in the chair across from her. We searched for Mia, Maria, and Amelia.McNally too, but came up empty. Stone’s been updating me every hour.
I will myself to stay calm. I should’ve killed her already. Instead, when she looked up at me with those fiery, begging eyes, I fuckingcouldn’tbring myself to hurt her. If I kill her, the spark that burns within her, the heat that makes mefeel, would be snuffed out.
“Who’s the fucking Hound, Mia?” I continue to grill her, because this is what I want to know the most. I wasn’t prepared for the way my blood boiled when I saw his arms around her.
“What are you going to do to him if I tell you?” A deep fear blooms in her eyes.Love.And this is when I snap, because even through all of this, she’s still fucking pushing me.
I stand and heave my chair across the room. Mia jumps and yelps the moment it crashes into the wall and shatters into pieces on the wooden floor.
“I’ll gut every last dog in that entire fucking club if you don’t give me his name!” My voice booms through the stifling cabin as rage courses hot through my veins.
“He’s my brother!” she screams. “He’s the sergeant at arms for the Hounds.”
“He’s your fuckingbrother?” My voice echoes through the cabin, and she nods, her lip trembling. “And your father, the one you rode with…he was a Hound?”
Her shoulders drop. “Yes.”
I’d let my mind run wild. I thought she was the Hound’s ol’ lady, that they were in on this together. I was imagining him touching her, kissing her, winding his hands up in that platinum hair. I was dreaming up all the ways I was going to verygruesomely put an end to him in front of her. But now, staring down at her, it’s the closest I’ve ever felt to relief, knowing she doesn’t belong to that fucking Hound.
“And you didn’t think to fucking tell me that?” My voice gets louder. She flinches as I turn to face the window but doesn’t dare move from her chair.
“You never would’ve hired me if you knew.” Her eyes light with anger.
I scoff. “You’re right about that.”
“You never would’ve even let me in the door,” she bites out, and those blue eyes grow fiery again as she tries to get me to understand.
“Right again.” I set my jaw hard. “I would’ve tossed your ass into the fucking dumpster. Now, I’ll ask again.” I move closer to her. “And you’ll be a goodlittle girland tell me, so I don’t have to startforcingyou to answer. Why would the sister of a fucking Hound want to work atmyclub?”
Mia is vibrating with adrenaline as she makes the stupid mistake of lunging at me. The serum is coursing through her, and I know her mind is going a million miles a minute right now. The way she looked at me when I called her a little girl should have been a warning that she was about to lash out.
She surprises me by taking her heel to my knee, hard, and that gives her enough time to bring her elbow to my chest and the outside of her palm to my throat almost simultaneously. The little fucking brat actually manages to stun me, and then her body is on mine instantly as we hit the hardwood floor.
This isn’t like when she tried to fight me before. She’s fueled by rage and adrenaline, not lust, and that makes her more precise and powerful.
“She said one of you was there!” she screams as she cries, pounding her fists against my chest. Her eyes are almost fucking delirious. “And now I’ll never get to ask her!”
Her eyes blaze as her hand comes up, but I grip her fist before it connects with my face. The way she’s trying to fight me sends all the blood in my body to my cock, becauseChrist, she’s so goddamn beautiful when she’s trying to kill me.
Mia’s fire sparks my own as I reach down and slide my hands up her slip of a dress. Gripping her plush hips tight, I flip her over until I’m hovering above her. She kicks and claws at me when I move my forearm tight to her throat against the floor. One wrong move like this and I’m crushing her windpipe, and she knows it.
“I don’t have a lot of fucking patience,Emilia,” I say. “Choose your next words wisely. If you don’t tell me exactly what the fuck you’re talking about, this will be your last fucking breath.”
She nods slightly and whimpers, and my cock pulses again. The balls on this fucking woman, thinking she’s going to attackme? Yet, even now, knowing she lied to me, knowing she’s the sister of a rival club member, I can’t for the life of me stop myself fromwantingher. In fact, seeing her like this, makeup smeared all over her pretty face, dress barely clinging to her perfect body, I’m fucking desperate for her.
