Chapter 7

Alex’s POV

“Move your ass faster Damien,” I said, crouching low as we burst out of the cellar door into the pouring rain, the USB and papers stuffed in a waterproof bag under my shirt.

Lightning cracked overhead, lighting up the estate grounds like daylight for a split second.

Footsteps pounded behind us, Marcus’s men shouting curses through the storm.

My clothes were already soaked, clinging to my skin, my cock still half hard from the panic room fuck and rubbing uncomfortably against wet fabric with every step.

Damien grabbed my arm, pulling me toward a side path lined with thick hedges. “This way.

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