Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,18

same kind of influence, building the family wealth into a true empire.

And I alone believed that he’d been murdered because of it.

While I’d never shared my beliefs with my brothers, I had a feeling that one day the perpetrator would return, even attempting to finish off the rest of the family.

Maybe that day had come.

There’d always been speculations surrounding the club, insinuations that the three brothers now holding the reins were nothing but murderers. I was certainly capable of doing so if necessary.

No one would fuck with the club, my father’s legacy, or the lives of my brothers.

Period.

I chuckled at the thought as I sat behind my desk, taking a deep breath, wincing when I did. My chest continued to hurt like a son of a bitch. As I pressed my hand against my ribs, thoughts regarding the lovely doctor shifted into my mind. She’d been... incredible.

And so off limits.

Realizing I’d almost died on the damn table had turned me into a Neanderthal, a fate I’d coached my brothers against. I almost never wanted anything to do with the club or the private rooms. I’d never tasted a single one of our employees or even brought a special guest into the expansive space, yet I’d taken her like an animal in a damn alley.

A surgeon, no less.

I rapped my fingers on my desk, almost able to taste her luscious lips. She was beyond beautiful. The woman held an aura of great authority while searching for something significant in her life. I also wondered whether she would follow my command in purchasing the sex toy. Time would tell. If she didn’t obey, I would follow through with my punishment.

Damn, my cock ached even more thinking about using the belt on her beautiful porcelain skin.

Sighing, I dragged my thoughts away, turning my attention toward the computer in an effort to go over the financials as I did almost every single day.

While everything seemed to be in order, I also checked on every bank account. I wouldn’t be caught off guard as I had months before, the judge attempting to railroad all three of us into a crime we hadn’t committed. At least Gregory had handled the challenge, preventing the club’s reputation from being ruined.

I anticipated more assholes coming out of the woodwork, especially since several members had dared inquire about the ledger.

My gaze shifted to a nondescript box positioned on the credenza. For some reason, my thoughts shifted to Prince Amoundi and the threat he’d made. It was entirely possible he’d sent me an interesting gift as reminder of his superiority as well as his ability to make me sweat. However, given the box wasn’t soaked in blood, it would wait. I simply wanted time to collect my thoughts in order to determine whether or not it was a good idea to see Sophia again.

I’d insisted she come to the club later tonight, something I wasn’t certain she would feel comfortable with. Her need to maintain control was evident. I’d resisted contacting her, spending the early morning hours engaging in the doctor’s orders to rest. That wasn’t like me, my personality demanding engagement with either music or nature, but I’d been able to tell my body demanded a temporary slowdown of all activities.

Although every part of me craved keeping the promise I’d made to the lovely doctor.

Tempting her.

Training her.

Enjoying every inch of her luscious body.

A small part of me even hungered to break her.

As my breathing became more difficult, my cock pushing hard against my trousers, I let out a deep growl.

The woman was formidable, refusing to succumb, yet our connection was much more intense than I’d experienced with anyone. Her tenacity only made me want her that much more.

I heard the sound of the outer door and shook my head. I’d also neglected the two calls received from my brothers. While I’d seen the concern on their faces, Christopher attempting to insist he stay with me after my release from the hospital, I’d declined with no room for discussion.

There was no knock on the door as usual, Gregory and Christopher striding in with chiding expressions on their faces.

“Somehow, we expected to find you here,” Gregory stated, giving me a hard glare.

“Yep. After avoiding our calls, we figured you were either passed out or working as usual,” Christopher added, folding his arms as he stood in front of my desk.

“I’m a big boy, gentlemen. I can take care of myself. It was just an accident.” My answer was riddled with disdain, but