The Buchanan's Redemption by Alexx Andria Read Free Book Online

this would come back to haunt them someday.
    Apparently, that someday had come nearly six months to the day of the first attack.
    And now Vince had no choice but to figure out what the hell was going on before he ended up losing everything the family had built.
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    Emma wasn’t about to sit and stay like a trained dog. She waited until she heard the front door slam as Vince took off at breakneck speed and then waited another half hour to ensure he hadn’t double-backed for anything. Once she believed she was in the clear, she grabbed two bites of the chicken that’d gone cold —   Oohh, God, that’s good! —   and made her way slowly to the door, determined to get the hell out of there. First, she was going to go home and get dressed; second, she was going to call the police and report Vince for kidnapping. She wasn’t entirely sure if what happened counted as true kidnapping as he had actually rescued her but she’d let the cops sort that out. If anything, having to explain his side of things will really piss him off and she was all for anything that put a serious crimp in that jerk-off’s style. Her legs threatened to give out but she forced herself to put one foot in front of the other, ignoring every screech of pain with each step. She didn’t actually have a plan, aside from getting free but she figured a plan would come to her, even if it meant pleading with strangers to help her.
    But as luck would have it, Vince had not expected her to obey and had made provisions.
    Just as she managed to clear the hall and reach the elevator, the ornate double doors opened and another man stepped out, a wide grin lifting the corners of his sensual mouth. “Darling, you’re a live one! Generally, I’m the kind of man who appreciates a feisty woman but I really must insist that you stay here…for your own safety.” And then before she could protest, he scooped her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom, depositing her gently on the bed, though if she wasn’t mistaken, his hand had lingered a little longer than necessary on her ass.
    “I’m being held hostage,” she said, though she didn’t know why she bothered. She recognized the man as Vince’s friend and co-owner Laird Tiechert. “This is illegal.”
    Laird made a so-so gesture with his hand. “Ah, I’d say that’s a matter of interpretation. The way I see it, my friend Vince is very concerned for your safety and he wants to be sure that no harm befalls you while under his care. And it seems you’re hell-bent for leather to put yourself in harm’s way. Why is that, by the way?” he asked but his gaze traveled her bare legs, causing her to hastily cover herself with the sheets again. He pouted a little but otherwise awaited her answer, which she wasn’t sure she should give. She’d already told Vince too much in the heat of the moment. But unlike Vince, Laird didn’t make her feel unsettled and jittery at the pit of her stomach. “Most women fall all over themselves to catch a Buchanan’s attention.”
    “I can imagine nothing I’d like least,” she replied coolly, irritated at herself for feeling even the slightest, most errant flicker of arousal for anyone like Vince Buchanan. “Not everyone finds someone like the Buchanans attractive or desirable.”
    He surprised her with a guffaw. “Girl, I’ve personally watched Nolan seduce the panties off a girl wearing a purity ring and as for Vince, he doesn’t even try to seduce the women and they end up throwing their panties at him, panting wet and ready for whatever magic he’s got in his pants.”
    Ugh. Gross. “As attractive as that sounds, I prefer men with a more discernible moral character than that of a cartoon character.”
    “Vince’s moral flexibility is one of his finer qualities in my opinion,” Laird said, grinning and she knew the conversation was pointless. What had she expected from a man who co-owned Malvagio? “So are you babysitting me or something?” she