Chapter 11 Kieran
KIERAN
It is nearly impossible not to join Adrian and Goldie in their orgasm party upstairs, but I need them to have their moment.
It’s essential to my not-so-evil plan to keep Goldie here forever.
Adrian was the easier target. He was already half in love with her, even if he was still afraid of his inner beast. But I could see what he did not; Goldie isn’t the girl to run away when something spooks her.
She sees the shadows within us and walks willingly into our arms.
The warmth of her sweet body still clings to my skin, and hearing her soft moans while Adrian feasts on her is making me fucking hard again.
Multitasking is my specialty, though. I pull out my dick and start to stroke in tune to their rapidly beating hearts.
With my free hand, I continue to create Goldie’s new identity.
We will not be letting her go, ever, but she still deserves to feel safe.
And if having the documents for a new life gives her that peace, I will gladly make it happen.
I purchase an apartment in the city in her name, something small and pre-furnished, with a doorman and extra security.
She will have her own bank account, living space, and anything else she might want.
When the time is right, we will take her to see it together.
Precum dribbles over the head of my cock, and the thick organ throbs when her moans get louder.
She’s so close. Her scent permeates the house, and I lick my lips, tasting her arousal in the air.
A groan slips from my lips. The moment she screams Adrian’s name, I come all over my damn legs like a horny teenager.
With a satisfied grin, I continue my work.
“Bravo, Adrian,” I murmur the praise, knowing he can hear me. “Next time I’m going to make her squirt into your mouth.”
Adrian coughs awkwardly to cover his laughter, and I hear the shower turning on once more.
Returning to my task, I use my superior sleuthing skills to find Goldie’s ex-fiancé and his family.
They hide their dark deeds quite well, but not so much that I cannot find them.
The world fades away as I tumble down the internet rabbit hole.
Another name catches my attention, and fury bubbles up inside me.
Brown fur covers my arms and legs when I lose control of my bear.
A menacing snarl escapes my lips with every bit of information I uncover.
Her ex is the eldest son of the Weston family, an old name with old money and too many skeletons in their closet.
But it’s not their name that fills my soul with rage.
It’s their association with the name Harlowe.
When Sylvie was first reported missing, I scoured the digital footprints of every single person with whom she had connections.
Some kid with the last name Harlowe was one of them.
He is not particularly dangerous, but his uncle was well known for black market dealings.
And making people disappear. I was never able to pin her death on him directly, but now… maybe I could.
The Westons paid the Harlowes two large sums of money, the first coinciding with the date of Sylvie’s disappearance, and the second, the date her body was found.
Why the fuck would the Westons want Sylvie dead?
One thing I know for certain: Marcus needs to hear this information before I tell Adrian. I am absolutely certain Goldie knows nothing about this, but I’m less certain about how it would affect our brother, who is still so troubled by Sylvie’s death.
Moving quickly, I clean up my mess with a few tissues and shut down my computer. Adrian and Goldie are still in the shower, so I shoot a text to his phone saying I’ll be back soon, grab a pair of sweatpants from our emergency stash by the back door, and run for the woods.
Marcus is easy enough to find. He isn’t hiding his trail, and I follow the massive black bear’s footprints to the far side of the lake near our home.
The lake itself is massive and deep at its center.
It stays cold even in the summer. The leaves are beginning to change now, and autumn is closing in, which means the lake is chillier, which clearly did not stop Marcus from going for a swim.
I sit near the edge and wait for him to return. It doesn’t take long. His body glistens in the midday sun, water dripping down his hairy chest like he’s some kind of hot forest daddy. If I were into men, he’d definitely have me on my knees in seconds.
Alas, my cock only hardens for Goldie, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the beast stalking toward me. I ball up the sweats and toss them in his direction
“What do you need, Kieran?” Marcus growls, catching them easily. He slips the gray sweatpants over his muscular legs, the cloth sticking to his wet skin.
I blow out a breath and go for it. “I think Goldie’s ex, Weston, might know something about Sylvie’s death.”
Marcus turns sharply toward me, his eyes wide. “Are you sure?”
“Not entirely,” I sigh. “But there are some eerily timed money transfers between the Westons and the Harlowes, and the Westons are bad news too. They might be old money, but lately they’ve been involved in some corrupt shit.”
Marcus frowns. “What about her family?”
I don’t miss the way he refuses to say her name. “Goldie’s family is also old money, but theirs is running dry. I think the arranged marriage was a way for them to stay rich.”
Marcus stays silent for several minutes. “I do not believe Goldie cares about being rich.”
A small smile creeps across my face, the first one since finding out the news about Sylvie.
“I believe you just paid her a compliment.” He shoves my shoulder, and I catch myself before tipping over.
“I agree, though. And the fact that her own family would sell her to another is despicable, but to a family like theirs? I could literally strangle her father with my bear hands for that.”
Marcus snarls. “I don’t disagree.”
“So what do we do?” I ask, because I can see the gears turning in his mind as plainly as if the thoughts were on his face.
Marcus stands, offering me a hand up. “Adrian deserves the truth. No running away, and no secrets.”
I nod. He’s right. “No secrets. What about Goldie?”
His black eyes narrow, and a growl builds in his chest. “We protect her. I won’t send her back to a family like that.”