This is your fault Gideon, you knew what type of man this was, and still, you let her go there. How could you? I will have to beat myself up later; right now, my only thought was getting to her. I didn't call my driver. I took the Aston out myself; I needed speed.
I reached the house in less than fifteen minutes; as I walked up to the door, I could hear her father railing against my men. I kicked in the door and walked in on my worst f*****g nightmare.
One of my guards had the asshole sequestered in a corner of the room while the other sat on the stairs with a crying Ashley. Without uttering a word, I walked over to the stairs and picked her up.
Her little body was trembling uncontrollably, and I wanted to commit murder. I had to shake the blood from my eye before I could see to her. I
