in the past go that she now has no control over. By the end of our trip, Benedict and Mackenzie were on the same wavelength as they discussed her publishing deal, and he praised her for being a shark. There is nothing he approves of more than savvy business ventures.
As promised, my mother took Ava to the art studio in Rio while I hung back with Mackenzie and fucked her senseless in the villa I own on the beach. I bought it when I racked up my first hundred million. It’s been a prized possession of mine since. It was the first time I wanted to share that piece of my paradise with someone else. And it’s no surprise that someone was Mackenzie. She is mine, and every time I’m inside her, I have this insane need to fill her with my cum and have her scream my name because it is music to my ears. The way she comes is beautiful, and the way her pussy feels wrapped around my cock is heaven.
She still tries to hide pieces of herself from me. The scars that now litter her body, because of the accident, are what she’s most ashamed of. She works overtime to shield them from me, so I go out of my way to worship the imperfections on her skin. The scar that travels the length of her abdomen is the hardest to look at, not because of the brutality of it, but because it’s a reminder of everything I could’ve lost.
I’m in love with this woman, scars and all.
I could tell on the last few days we were there that Mackenzie and Ava didn’t want to leave. I understood the feeling well. It was leaving paradise for the real world, something none of us wanted to do. If I could stay here with them, keeping them safe from the Savages, the media, the people out to print stories and bury us in lies, I would. But that isn’t our world. That isn’t my world.
The cabin lights are dim, the sky outside a blend of purples and oranges as the sun sets. My gaze narrows on the wispy clouds that we’re coasting through, my gut clenching with anger and worry. Dan called just a few days before we left Rio because of an incident at the resort. Zach had gotten onto the property and vandalized what he could before he was dragged away by security.
This wasn’t his first outburst. They’ve been happening more and more frequently. He was ranting off to the media about theories, about Mackenzie and me ruining an innocent man’s life. He’s angry and lashing out because, slowly, I’ve stripped them of everything he ever relied on me for. His actions were the main reason I wanted to fly to Rio with Mackenzie and Ava. I wanted to give them that reprieve, but I also wanted a moment with my father, so we could talk.
I needed to know he and my mother would be there to step in and protect Mackenzie and Ava in the event something ever happened. Because I’m not pulling any more punches. I am paying a good amount of money to put Zach and the rest of them away in order to protect my family.
Benedict offered to get rid of them another way, but I refused. This is my mess, these are my brothers, and I’m not going to be a coward and make someone else do the dirty work for me. I’ll get rid of them, once and for all, if they continue to threaten the safety of my family.
And that’s exactly what I plan to do once we land. I need to make the necessary moves to remove the Savages from my life.
I shift on the bed and reach an arm out, but I’m met with cool sheets. At that, my eyes spring open. It takes me a second to realize where I am and why the bed next to me is empty.
I’m in the penthouse. Not at home with Mackenzie and Ava.
Home.
When did her place become home to me?
I split my time between the penthouse, my house back in the Hidden Hills, and Mackenzie’s place in Calabasas. It’s not ideal, but we aren’t in a place where I feel like uprooting Ava’s entire life into my home is a smart decision. She needs the stability and the familiarity of her own place, and I am well-versed enough to understand. I don’t like it, having to spend so much