All Chapters of HIS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"You can't just come in here and take over. Connor is in charge now and—""No, he's not," Desmond interrupts, a very self-satisfied gleam in his blue eyes. "Sean, please show Roberto who is truly in charge now."I watch as Sean pulls out an official-looking stack of papers and starts spewing out a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo. Contracts and similar such nonsense aren't where my strengths lie, so I don't have much to say after Sean finishes his spiel. Connor is the brains of this operation while I'm the brawn. Rylan is pretty damn slick, too, though, and he might better understand what's going on. Why Desmond thinks he can steamroll his way back into our lives and take everything over is beyond me.I do catch on to a couple of things, though, and commit them to memory so I can tell my brothers. First, according to Sean, it seems our father's will had a clause which states no drastic changes to the business operations could occur within two years of his death.Well, so much for that. We c

A cold fear slithers through me as the enforcers drag me into a big, beautiful home and up the staircase. They toss me into a large suite and close the door. A lock clicks and I turn around, taking in everything I see.There are a few suitcases in the corner, presumably belonging to Desmond Mennetti, but the rest of the room has a woman's touch. The floral bedspread and scented candles are decidedly feminine as well as the pastel artwork of a watering can with lilies and roses strewn around it. Whoever had this room before Desmond was obviously a woman and I'm thinking it may have been Nolan Mennetti's widow.But would he really kick his brother's wife out of her home?Sadly, from what I saw, I have a feeling her would. Desmond Mennetti is a callous bastard and something strange is going on here."That isn't your room. It belongs to my mother."I remember the man with the bright cobalt blue eyes mentioning his mother. That would make this Maeve Mennetti's room and that means the big,

A tear slides free, but I press my palms to my eyes and immediately shut it down. I can't afford to waste one moment feeling sorry for myself or being scared. My only goal right now is to get out of here. To somehow escape the monster who locked me in here.A part of me is scared that he'll go after my dad once I escape, but there's no way I can just sit here and wait for him to return tonight. I'll go crazy. And my body isn't some kind of payment or something I'm willing to sacrifice.Pushing myself up off the floor, I swipe a hand across my dripping nose and march over to the nearest window, shoving the curtains open. I'm up on the second floor and it's a decent drop to the grass below. Pressing my forehead to the glass, I look to the right then to the left, hoping for a trellis or drain or something to cling to and climb down.To my dismay, there's nothing.So, now what? Forcing myself to pull in a deep breath and remain calm, I turn around and let my gaze wander over the room. The

Luckily, I'm fast and the cameras are slow. Something we're going to have to fix in the future. But for now, I thank my lucky stars and kneel down beside the basement window. It easily pushes open and I scoot myself through the opening. It's a tight squeeze because I'm a pretty big guy, but this is my best option. Dropping to the floor, my sneakers hit with a soft thud and the darkness is an inky black. But I don't need any light. I grew up in this house and know it well. Relying on my memory, I circle around boxes and old things my mom stores down here. When I reach the stairs, I pause and pull my gun out.With a firm grip around the Glock's handle, I start up the stairs, avoiding the ones that I know creak. At the top of the staircase is a door and I see light beneath it. A quick look through the keyhole doesn't reveal anyone and I hold my breath, turn the handle and slowly push it open.The basement door opens into a hallway and I look up and down the deserted corridor. Although I

Strong hands force me to turn around and suddenly I'm looking into bright sapphire eyes. "Breathe, Adeline," he orders.I feel his fingers digging into my upper arms and it helps me come back to the present. Suddenly, I'm able to suck in full lungfuls of air and my chest expands gratefully. The elephant is gone and relief pours through me."Are you okay?""I-I don't know what happened. I couldn't breathe.""You had a panic attack," he tells me, hands easing up and lightly rubbing my arms. "You're okay. I promise you, no one is going to hurt you."I nod and start to feel foolish. I've never fallen apart like that before and to do it in front of this big, strong man makes me appear weak and fragile. God, I'm so embarrassed. "I'm sorry," I mumble and pull back. "I feel so stupid."Roberto releases my arms and slides his hand up and cups my face. I automatically lean my face into his palm, soaking up the warmth there. His fingers are rough with callouses and I wonder what he does when he'