Claiming Lily: MacKay International, #2

by Webb, Rene

  14

  Finn

  “It’s okay, Kitty. I can just go,” Trevor says, jumping up from the chair where he’d been sitting uncharacteristically quiet since Peter and I started arguing.

  “Thank you, sweetie.” Kitty gives him an affectionate pat on the arm as he passes, making a beeline for the door.

  “I’m going to put the kettle on,” Kitty says releasing her hold on Lily. As she turns to leave, she points at Peter and me and says sternly, “Behave, you two.”

  “Mom,” Peter groans, flopping down onto the couch.

  “Lily and I have plans early this afternoon,” I tell Peter, wrapping an arm around her waist.

  “We do?” She smiles brightly at me.

  “Yes.” I tug her closer and tell her. “I made us lunch reservations at Le Jules Verne.”

  “Really?” Lily perks up at the idea of eating at the Eiffel Tower’s restaurant. “You’re taking me to see the glass floor?”

  “You said you wanted to see it.” I grin at her before patting her hip gently and saying, “Go get dressed, princess. I’ll be right there.”

  “Okay.” Her voice is soft and tentative. “Don’t say anything without me.”

  “We won’t,” Peter promises as I say, “Don’t worry, princess.”

  She moves down the hall toward the bedroom we shared, glancing back several times.

  “You and your mother are not invited,” I tell Peter, standing over him.

  “What the fuck,” Peter snaps, jumping to his feet. “You do realize Mayer is out there trying to kidnap her, right?”

  “I was the one who rescued her, so I know that a fucking lot more than you do,” I snap back at him.

  “So you’re going to take her out for a fucking romantic date?” he asks incredulously.

  “Yes.”

  “She doesn’t need you toying with her,” Peter says. “I know how you are with women, Xavier”

  “That was before,” I tell him truthfully. “But we both know Lily’s special.”

  “She has her whole life ahead of her.” He not-so-subtly reminds me how young Lily is before growling. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, asshole.”

  “I don’t care if you do. You lost the privilege to have a say when you left her there for nineteen days,” I reply, standing my ground. Nothing Peter says will sway me from pursuing Lily. I may have offered her a choice to either stay with Peter or me, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to let her go without a fight.

  “She's my family. I explained why I didn’t rescue her, and I’m not repeating myself,” he says in an angry whisper.

  “Your explanations were merely excuses. Lily is mine now, and she will be my family.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?” he asks loudly.

  “Exactly what you think.”

  “Over my dead body,” Peter seethes in a low tone.

  “We both know it would limit Mayer’s control over Lily,” I remind him logically.

  “What’s going on?” Kitty asks, walking back into the room with her arms crossed against her chest.

  “Her family can keep her safe,” Peter counters, ignoring his mother’s question.

  “Really? You’ve done such a fucking great job so far,” I say, taunting him.

  “She can come stay with Mark and me in Vermont,” Kitty says. “Don’t worry, sweetie, Lily will be fine. You know my man’s a state trooper.”

  “No disrespect, Kitty, but you two have no idea what Lily’s gone through,” I say gently. “Not only is she jumpy and having nightmares, but she can’t be alone in confined spaces. On the plane here she couldn’t bring herself to shut the bathroom door because it was so small.”

  “That poor, sweet girl.” Kitty’s eyes fill with tears. “I should’ve pushed harder to keep in touch with her since Arthur died, looked after her better.”

  “Mom,” Peter says, pulling her into a hug. “That’s in the past. We won’t let anything happen to her.”

  “We won’t,” I say, agreeing vehemently.

  Peter may not like my ideas on how to care for and protect Lily, but we are both in agreement that she needs to be looked after.

  “I’m going to get dressed,” I say, turning to walk toward the bedrooms.

  When Peter arrived this morning, I was surprised to see Kitty with him. He had not told Trevor or me that he had alerted Kitty to the situation, let alone was bringing her with him. Though I’m not surprised. For most of Peter’s childhood, Kitty was a single mother. The two are extremely close.

  I knock on the closed bedroom door, not wanting to walk in and startle Lily. The look of fear on Lily’s face every time she’s scared or reminded of her kidnaping is a kick in the chest.

  “It’s me,” I call, hearing movement in the room.

  “Come on in, roomie,” she calls, making me chuckle.

  “Roomie?” I ask, pushing the door open.

  “Just trying it out.” Lily smiles at me from the opposite side of the room, where she is pawing through the small pile of clothes on the armchair. She’s wearing one of the dresses Trevor picked out for her. It’s pink with some sort of flower printed all over it.

  I come up behind her and wrap my arm around her shoulder, burying my face in her neck. “You look nice,” I whisper in her ear.

  “Thank you,” she replies as she pulls out a pair of blue leggings from the pile.

  “No leggings today,” I say, taking them from her hand and dropping them back on the pile.

  “Why?” She turns in my arms, pressing her body against mine.

  “Because then I won’t be able to do this,” I explain, sliding my hands up the back of her legs and underneath the dress to palm her ass. My fingers brush against her cunt, teasing her.

  “Baby.” She moans softly, gliding her hands up my chest to wrap around my neck.

  “I like that one, almost as much as sir.” I growl, taking her mouth and possessing it completely.

  “Really?” she asks huskily, breathing heavily after our kiss.

  “Yes,” I tell her, teasing her cunt with my fingertips and feeling the satisfaction of her wetness seeping through the gusset of her panties. “But no leggings. I told you, princess, I want access to my cunt.”

  “Okay, baby,” she purrs in my ear. Her full breasts press against my chest, making my cock twitch and my grip on her ass tighten. Lily belongs to me and no one else.

  “Finn, what are you doing?” she asks when I begin walking her backward toward the bed.

  “I’m hungry,” I groan into her mouth. I break the kiss and push her giggling body onto the mattress. “And I want a taste of my wet cunt.”

  “We don’t have time,” she half-heartedly argues, hooking her legs around my waist. “Peter and Auntie are waiting for us.”

  “You’re halfway there, princess.” I push her dress as I run my hands up her thighs. I quickly peel off her damp undies and toss them over my shoulder and onto the floor.

  “Grab your knees and hold yourself open for me.” I get on my knees and glide my hands under her ass. Grabbing the perfect-size globes, I pull her cunt toward me.

  “Finn,” she whispers, full of anticipation and need as she spreads herself open for me.

  I lean forward and swipe my tongue along her dripping folds. Moaning, Lily shivers and rocks her hips toward me. Flicking her clit and sucking the hardened nub has my woman gasping and panting. I don’t have time to sink my cock into her and fuck her properly, but I can at least make her come, own her pleasure.

  I blow against her wet skin, eliciting a shiver, as my woman pushes her cunt greedily toward me. Moving one hand from her ass, I use my thumb to continue to tease her clit while my tongue fucks her cunt. I lap up my princess as she comes in my mouth with a stifled moan.

  “No one’s ever made me come so hard with only their mouth,” she breathes out, releasing her hold of her legs and letting them dangle off the bed.

  What the fuck?

  “You told me you di
dn’t want men touching you,” I growl, standing to lean over her on the bed.

  “I said I hadn’t found someone I wanted to have sex with,” she counters, squinting her eyes at me.

  “That’s not what you said.”

  “It is.”

  “Who’s had his mouth on my cunt?” I demand.

  “I didn’t realize you had a pussy.” She puts her hands on my shoulders as if she’s about to push me away but doesn’t.

  “Princess.” I growl, not at all amused.

  “It was over my underwear. He sorta bit and sucked on it.” She rolls her eyes before biting her lip and blushing.

  “That’s it?”

  “Yes,” she promises. “It wasn’t particularly enjoyable.”

  “He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing,” I tell her, satisfied in the knowledge that I am able to please my woman more than anyone else has.

  “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got a man now who knows exactly what he’s doing.” My woman smiles at me in satisfaction, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down onto her.

  “Goddammit, I want to fuck you.” I press my body into hers, letting her feel my hard, angry cock. “But we don’t have time.”

  “Later,” she says in a breathless giggle.

  “You can fucking count on it,” I promise her, lifting off of her body and moving toward the open suitcase on the bench at the end of the bed.

  Once we quickly dress—or in Lily’s case, redress—we make our way back into the living room and sit on the couch. The coffee table is now overflowing with plates of pastries and mismatched teacups. Trevor and Kitty are already digging in.

  “Don’t eat too much, princess,” I remind her as she shoves a large piece of jam-filled pastry into her mouth. “We have reservations later.”

  “I won’t,” she mumbles, rolling her eyes and spraying several crumbs, which she catches in her hand.

  Trevor leans over and hands her a napkin.

  Lily smiles at him. “Thanks, cuz.”

  “You’re welcome.” He chuckles, grinning with pleasure at her.

  The second Peter sits his ass on the chair opposite us, Lily turns and interrogates him. “How did you find me?

  “This cannot leave this room,” Peter states, turning to catch each of our eyes.

  “Stein,” I snap at him as Lily growls, “Peter,” in annoyance.

  “For the past year, I’ve been working with the FBI as their CI in their investigation into MacKay International and, more particularly, Mayer,” Peter says.

  “What?” several of us in the room, including myself, ask incredulously.

  “Yes.” Peter takes a sip of his tea before continuing. “They’ve been looking into his finances and those of the company.”

  “This is why you didn’t want to seize control but branch ourselves?” I ask as pieces of the puzzle start to take shape.

  “One reason, yes,” Peter admits. “They’ve been investigating the company and Mayer for a lot longer than I’ve been involved.”

  “What started their investigation?” Lily asks, reaching across the coffee table to snag a small cake-like pastry from the plate covered with them.

  “I don’t know,” Peter answers. “They won’t tell me.”

  “That still doesn’t tell us how you found Lily,” I growl, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me on the couch.

  “Dude,” she mutters around a mouthful.

  “I’m getting to that,” Peter says in a huff. “When I realized it wasn’t Lily replying to my texts, I called my FBI contact and told her my concerns, and in light of Uncle Arthur’s will, they took me more seriously than they normally would have.”

  “What does this have to do with Dad?” Lily whispers.

  I lean forward and gently kiss her temple.

  “We were read an old will, not the latest version he’d drafted before he died that went missing.” Peter holds up his hand to stop the onslaught of questions that are on the tips of everyone’s tongues. “The FBI has recently discovered the latest version of the will. And, Lily, it clearly states that once you graduate college or turn twenty-five, whichever comes first, you come into your inheritance.”

  “The asshole is cutting it a little close, isn’t he?” Kitty asks. “Don’t you graduate in May?”

  “Yes, and then my allowance stops and I get access to my trust fund.”

  “No,” Peter says, looking directly at her. “Not your trust fund. He never left you one.”

  “What?” Lily asked in a pained voice.

  “He left you the company,” Peter tells her. His eyes flick toward me, giving me an inscrutable look. “To be held in trust until you met the requirements.”

  Why Peter had no desire to take over the company makes even more sense now. He would never want to steal Lily’s inheritance, betraying Arthur, a man he looked up to and respected.

  “Since you don’t yet meet the requirements, the agent who found the will has decided to keep quiet while she continues her investigation,” Peter explained.

  “I am guessing the asshole gets nothing in the new will,” Kitty says with uncharacteristic venom in her voice.

  “Exactly, Mom. Mayer is not mentioned anywhere in the will. He gets nothing. Which makes Lily a threat when it is discovered that she will be taking over.” At Peter’s words, Lily leans her body into mine, and I feel a small shiver run through her.

  “Since the board made Mayer CEO, he has been using the company as his own personal piggy bank. He will lose all control of the company and access to its assets when Lily inherits it,” Peter explains.

  “No offense, but why not just kill her instead of having her kidnapped?” Trevor asks, voicing the obvious question.

  “Trevor,” several voices snap at him, including my own, and he has the decency to look contrite.

  “According to Uncle Arthur’s will, if Lily died before she met the terms of the will, the company would pass to me, and if I am dead, then it would be sold. The proceeds would be split among the remaining beneficiaries, namely your mother, Lily, and Mom,” Peter explained. “He made it pretty ironclad that the company was either going to you or me.”

  “But they were BFFs,” Lily says, as confused as the rest of us.

  “Not many know, but they had a falling out before your dad died,” Peter says, addressing Lily. “I am not sure exactly what happened, but it looks like Uncle Arthur discovered that Mayer had purchased the brothel and was operating Executive Hospitality Limited under the umbrella of MacKay International.”

  “What?” Kitty says, shocked. She sets down her teacup a little too roughly, making it rattle.

  “Yes,” Peter says, addressing his mother. “At a causal glance, the house is zoned as commercial and owned by a company based in Hong Kong. The fact is it is a shell corporation under MacKay International. Arthur took a keen interest in all the company’s holdings, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he made the same discovery the FBI and I did.”

  “We know,” I tell Peter. “Pride Security was able to trace my payment and made the same discovery.”

  “I wish you hadn’t contacted them. The FBI doesn’t want anyone else digging too deeply into Mayer, lest he be tipped off,” Peter says in an annoyed tone.

  “If I had known what the fuck was going on, I wouldn’t have,” I argue back.

  “Wait, this still doesn’t explain how you found me,” Lily says exasperatedly, setting her teacup down and glaring at Peter.

  15

  Lily

  “I didn’t find you,” Peter admits softly. “The FBI did.”

  “Then why didn’t they fucking rescue her?” Finn asks, voicing my exact thoughts.

  “When I tried to track your phone, it told me you were still in Paris,” Peter says, ignoring Finn’s question. “But when I called the hotel, they told me you and your friend had checked out days before.”

  “Pride Security was able to track her phone and access her social media accounts. T
he so-called friend she made in London has been posting on her behalf since she was taken,” Finn explains.

  “Bitch has been impersonating me.” I growl, tearing a piece out of my croissant.

  Fucking Janice.

  “Which would explain the texts.” Peter nods his head. “She knows enough about your life to impersonate you to acquaintances but not enough to fool those of us who really know you.”

  “The FBI found the brothel, but how did they learn Lily was there?” Finn asks, nearly growling. I lean into his side, attempting to soothe his frustration.

  “My FBI contact told me there was someone matching Lily’s description at a gentlemen's club in Hong Kong at the same address where MacKay International holds property,” Peter explained. “She wouldn’t tell me how she gained the information and made it clear her hands were tied since there was no concrete evidence it was Lily. She couldn’t send a team, but she had been alerted that there was a team from another organization that planned on infiltrating the property to rescue some of the girls.”

  “Don’t repeat this, but I bet it was the organization that Charles Henderson from LCD Limited volunteers with,” Finn tells him, and I can tell he’s enjoying the shocked look on Peter’s face, knowing something Peter doesn’t. “They rescue trafficked women. Henderson is able to get into these places and then reports back to them, and they send in volunteer commandos.”

  “Really?” Aunt Kitty asks, leaning forward as Finn tells the story.

  “They’re tough SOBs,” Trevor tells her, unconsciously rubbing his shoulder. “They tracked us down at our hotel and tried to rescue Lily from us. We were lucky that one of them works for Pride Security.”

  “Sweetie, are you hurt?” Kitty asks Trevor, holding out a plate of petit fours for him.

  “I’m fine,” he answers, grabbing several cakes.