Page 83 of Wicked Knight

“Not yet.” I tuck my cock back into my shorts and pull her to sit in my lap.

She runs her hands over my bare chest while I tweak her nipples.

“My parents are in town this week,” she says carefully.

“I know. I want you to see them.”

“I just have another fundraiser they want me to go to, then I’ll come back here as soon as I’m done.”

I stroke the side of her face. “I’ll be here whenever you want me to be.”

The sound of the front door opening has me whipping my head around. The only people who are supposed to have keys to this place are us. So, who the fuck could that be?

I get my answer the moment heavy boots sound on the floor, then my father appears at the kitchen door with the building’s super standing behind him.

My stomach drops at the sight of him, and the icy grip of dread coils around my insides as my brain processes that he’s really here.

Mackenzie scrambles off my lap, grabbing the old football jersey I was wearing to cover herself. I just about manage to snap my mind back into focus and get up to shield her before my father walks right in.

The super leaves, and I stare wide eyed at my father, wondering how the fuck he knew where to find us. Neither Kade nor Isabelle would have told him. And why now?

Why today?

Something else happened.

“I knew it.” His voice is low and cutting. Then he glares at Mackenzie as if she’s filth as she pulls on my jersey and her shorts.

“Father—”

A fist slams into my face. Mackenzie screams and grabs my arm.

Father gets ready to punch me again, but I block him, catching his fist.

I think I have the upper hand until he pulls his gun on me and holds it to my head with an evil smile dancing on his lips.

“Not this time, boy.” His eyes flicks between Mackenzie and me, narrowing like a predator locking onto its prey.

Mackenzie is pressed against the wall, shocked and terrified. She doesn’t know this side of my father. I’m not even sure I do.

I’ve been trained for this sort of situation so I could get out of it, but one of two things I don’t want could happen if I get it wrong.

She could get hurt. Or I could kill him.

This is a situation in which you kill the man who’s threatening you. Because the only reason he’s holding a gun to your head is because he wants you dead.

Father pulls a sheet of paper from his pocket and holds it up in my face. It’s a copy of the fucking Valkyrie contract.

“Where did you get that?” I spit, wondering if Kyle sold us out. People like him do shit like that. After all, I got him to hand over the contract the same way when I found out he was stealing money from his internship program and using it to gamble with people he shouldn’t even know.

“Consider this fucking shit terminated under the orders of Aleksander Ivanov.”

Fuck.Someone got the blood oath dissolved.

Father looks at Mackenzie and holds the contract up to her, too. “Shit like this doesn’t surprise me about you.”

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” I hiss at him. “This is on me.”

Father looks back at me with a scathing sneer. “Oh, I know that, but she entered anauction, selling her body like the little slut she is.”