Chapter Thirty-Seven
Hayes
T he front doors are not our entrance for the night. Instead, we are sliding in the side door where the staff, such as the caterers, photographers, etc. go in.
It’s about fifteen minutes until show time and the place is already packed out with men dressed in all the fine things money can buy.
Their presence reeks of sin and I cannot wait to put an end to all this madness. My father died trying to take these bastards down and I vow to finish what he started if it takes my last breath.
“Sir, we are ready when you are,” Alan says, coming to my side. We are all standing a few yards away from the estate in the darkness, our black suits keeping us hidden in the dark.
I turn to my men, who all stare respectfully back at me waiting for my order. I stand up straight, clear my throat and take my time looking each of them in the eyes.
Finally, I decide to say, “Men, tonight is the night we take this fucker off his so-called throne and take back what is rightfully ours. My father built this world brick by brick. Tonight, this is for him and his legacy.”
They all nod, tears in their eyes. It makes me proud seeing the respect these men had for my old man.
“Another thing, Olivia is the priority tonight. Keep your presence unknown but if anyone tries to harm her, you deal with them. Quickly and effectively. Is that understood?”
They all shake their heads in unison.
“Boys, it has been a pleasure leading you. We are going to make father proud. But you are to get Olivia out of there if things go south. Don’t you dare come for me over her, is that clear?”
They all eye me with uncertainty.
My voice deepens. “Is that clear?”
They nod but not a word is uttered.
“Olivia’s task is to get the women out to the safe room before the sales start. Ashton is going to be alert tonight. He knows we are coming. Stay low, stay vigilant, and stay alive.”
I turn, taking a deep breath before walking toward the door that will lead us inside undetected.
All my men walk behind me in formation, ready for the battle we are about to walk into.
***
Olivia
M AXWELL IS IN THE FRONT seat of our car as we pull under the awning of the building where the auction is held.
The driver brings the car to a halt and Maxwell gets out, opening my door, and holding his hand out for me to steady my heels while I slide out of my seat.
All eyes are on us as he wraps his arm around mine and leads us into the building. I am thankful at least he is here with me during this.
Once inside, he leads me to the elevators Dorthy took me to the first time and hits the button to go up. “I have been advised to make sure you get to where you need to go for tonight,” he informs me.
I nod and take a deep breath to try to calm my shaking limbs.
The elevator doors open and we step inside. Maxwell keeps his eyes on the doors as they close and my arm on his. I look up, noticing the camera in the elevator is on and bells ring in my head that he is acting his part just as I have been.
The doors open and he escorts me out of the elevator and down a long hallway, walking us inside a room that looks similar to a business room, but the lights are off.
“Maxwell?” I question him as he closes the door and locks it behind him.
A deep grunt in heard behind me and makes me jump. Looking behind me, a man stands in a full black mask and places his hand over my mouth.
“Shh, little doe. Don’t blow my cover.”
“Hayes!!!!” I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck.
“What? Thought I wouldn’t show?”
“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
He reaches to take his mask off, and he kisses my lips softly. “For you little doe, I will always be here.”
He looks to the men in the room and says, “Out. Now.”
Once the last man is out of the room, I hear the click of the door shutting and locking. “Hayes, why did you ask them to leave?”
Instead of answering with his words, his lips crash onto mine, turning erotic when his tongue parts my lips and invades my mouth.
“I am going to fuck your pussy on this table.”
I gulp, “I thought we were trying to keep a low profile?”
“Better keep quiet then.” He grins before twisting me, so my back is pressed against his chest, and my front side is pressed against the conference table in the middle of the room.
His hand runs up my dress’ split and his fingers find my panties with ease, moving them to the side.
As he runs his fingertips over my folds, I feel how wet I am. “Oh what a good girl you are. Always ready for my cock.”
I moan at the appreciation of his praises, which send heat all over my body.
He pushes a finger inside me, making me buck with greed trying to ride his hand. “Calm down little doe; I don’t want you to come yet.”
He leans down, biting my shoulder and then kissing his way down my body while sliding another finger in my wetness.
Using his other hand, he picks up my dress, exposing my ass. The zipper of his pants slides down and within seconds, I hear his slacks hit the ground, making his belt ding.
I laugh. “Someone is impatient.”
He growls, “Watch your mouth or I will fuck your ass.”
I whimper as images of the butt plug he used on me come rushing through my head.
Without warning, he inserts his length inside me, making me cover my mouth before I let the entire party know we are up here.
Hayes pulls out of me slowly and then pushes back in, rocking the table with every pump. Picking me up slightly, his hand reaching to my front, he squeezes my already swollen clit making my muscles tighten all around his dick with an orgasm so powerful I see stars in this dark room.
It does not take long for him to explode all inside me too.
In a crash, we both hit the table in exhaustion with his entire weight laying on me.
I chuckle. “Now I’m ready for a nap.”
A low hum of laughter comes from his chest. “Bed or round two when we get home?”
“Both?” I smile at him.
We clean ourselves up, my dress goes back to where it was, and Hayes rearranges his junk in his pants before unlocking the door and allowing the men to come back inside.
They all knew what happened; I’m sure they can smell it, but if not, they can tell by my red cheeks.
Maxwell is the last one to enter, and something in my chest stirs watching him keep his head on a swivel with the hallway outside. “Thank you for all you’ve done.”
He gives me a soft grin. “Miss Olivia, I would lay my life down for you. You are in good hands with Mr. Ricci.”
I wipe a tear from my eye and nod. “My mother would be thankful you have protected me all these years.”
Maxwell nods without words. If my eyes are not mistaking me, I would think he was choked up.
Hayes grabs my hips. “Now, go and put on a good show for Ashton and then let’s give him the karma he deserves.”
I smile, “Sounds like a plan.”
He gives me one more soft kiss and hug. Pulling back, I look at him. “You better stay alive.”
“I’ll make sure of it, Miss,” Alan says coming up from behind him.
“Alan!!” I rush to hug him. “I did not even notice you back there. Thank you for all you’ve done.”
“It has been my honor, Miss. For you and Mr. Ricci, I’ll keep going until my last breath.”
I smile at the men standing before me, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
I grab Maxwell’s arm and let him lead me out of the room and towards the auction room.
Time to get this party started.