All Chapters of HIS TO CONQUER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"What do you think about the mark Logan? Do you..." Peter asked, his voice low and cautious.“I don’t know, but it doesn’t look right.” He definitely didn’t die naturally. "I think he was murdered," I said, my voice rough with suppressed rage.That is most definitely it. The mark was still fresh, and the way he just suddenly died. They must have done something to him. The thought of Hilda, her crocodile tears and feigned grief, filled me with a burning fury. I clenched my fists, my knuckles white, I wanted to storm out there and confront her, but Peter stopped me in time as he placed a hand on my shoulder."Logan please calm down. We can't act on assumptions.""Calm down?" I scoffed, my voice rising. "How can I calm down when the woman who undoubtedly killed my father is out there, pretending to mourn him? How can I stand idly by while she enjoys the fruits of her wicked deeds?"Peter's gaze was steady, "We need evidence Logan. We can't just accuse her without proof. The police w

The drive away from my home was a blur. It was the place I once thought was my comfort place. I had grown up there, built my first little snowman during winter, I did everything with my mom in that house. Now a stranger had taken it over. I slumped in the passenger seat, the weight of my despair crushing me like a big boulder. Peter glanced at me, his expression concerned."What's the plan Logan?" he asked, his voice gentle."I… I don't know," I admitted, my voice a mere whisper.The world outside the window seemed to move too fast for me to be able to get a grasp of even a perfect view. I felt hollow and empty. Everything I had known, everything I had worked for was gone just like that. My mind raced desperately searching for a solution. The only thing I could think of was the small cottage my grandmother had left me, a dilapidated old place out in the country. And the money in my bank account, a meager sum that wouldn't last too long. Just a few hundred millions in my persona

“Say it nicely.” he teased.I was hot and very horny that I didn’t care how I sounded. I just needed him to put his hands on me and fast. I needed to feel him on my skin. I wanted him to touch me so badly.I bit my lips softly, “Please touch me,” I whispered as a blush crept up my lips.He grinned victorious as if he had just won something as he captured my lips with mine again, his hands tracing my belly botton all the way to the line of my short. I moved my body closer to his as his hands moved to my hard erection, stroking my meat softly. I moaned loudly as he cupped my balls with his hands. He squeezed softly and pleasure spread through my body.“It’s getting in the way.” I hissed as I moved up a little and got the little damn thing off my waist and down my legs and I flinged my shorts to the side. “How eager are you.” He sounded.... surprised? But completely turned on as well. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I spread my legs on the table. “Stroke me please....I’m abo

I held the forensic report tightly in my hand, the stark black and white confirming all my suspicion. Hilda’s fingerprint were indeed on the syringe used to commit the crime. It was undeniable now. The police investigation had moved swiftly, the evidence irrefutable. She'd been found guilty by the court and sentenced to a term that felt too short. Twenty two years was barely enough in my opinion. She confessed that she did it all by herself so Jaxon wasn’t incriminated. That day, she had gone to give him his drugs, then the evil thought crossed her mind and she carried it out to give him an overdose resulting to his death. Thankfully, she was paying for her crimes now. Peter said we got justice, but I wasn’t really satisfied in the least. Just when I thought it was all over, that with the truth finally out, I could finally breathe. I had even moved out of Gavin's apartment and back to the house I grew up in, the house that held all my memories, both good and bad. It was supposed to

“Welcome what can I...” the words got stuck in my throat. Bryce? What the hell was he doing here?My smile faltered immediately. Bryce with his slicked back hair and that arrogant smirk plastered on his face, looking every bit the high powered annoying prick he always was. He was wearing a crisp linen suit, the kind that screamed ‘I come from money so bow before me peasants’ even from across the street. He looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him."Logan?" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement. He pushed his glasses up his nose, his eyes scanning me with a curious intensity. "What in the…?"I managed a weak laugh. "Long time no see Bryce." I forced the words out.He chuckled, the sound hollow. "Indeed. What are you doing here? Selling flowers? I never thought I'd see this day in my life."I felt a prickle of unease. This was the last thing I needed. A reminder of the life I was living now. A humble flower seller. "Just trying to make a living,"