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Triple Major: An MFMM Graduation Romance by Lana Hartley (75)

Nate

I wake up the next morning.

Last night was fucking amazing. Sienna gave everything in submitting to me. Nothing is more addictive than having the woman you adore begging for it.

I couldn’t have imagined anything more mind blowing than last night. My eyes finally open, and I turn my head to the right, seeking out Sienna.

She’s laying on her side, facing me. She’s fast asleep.

Her soft breathing is all that fills the room.

God, she’s fucking exquisite.

I reach my hand out and gently caress her from her ribs down to her hip.

She lets out a contented sigh. As much as I would love to wake her up by sliding my cock into her sweet pussy, I resist. I need to check on things.

Quietly, so as not to disturb Sienna, I roll out of bed to search for clothes.

Dressed, I walk out into the suite’s living room area.

Just as the door to the bedroom gives a soft click to indicate it’s closed, my phone rings.

Business fucking awaits.

I just miss the call. Ten missed calls from James. What the hell?

The phone lights up as James calls for the eleventh time.

I pick up on the first ring.

“What?” I growl.

“We have an issue, Nathan. Shaw is on a rampage to find both you and the girl. He wants you dead.”

“We knew that already James. Shaw isn’t a man to be betrayed.”

“There’s more,” James says.

I hear the tension in his voice. James is always calm. Whatever the issue is, it has him wound up tight.

“Shaw has put a bounty on your head,” James says. “Every criminal in the country is looking for you to cash in. That’s not the worst of it though. Shaw’s offering twice the amount if the girl’s brought to him alive.”

“Fuck!” I yell.

I begin to pace the living room. This is bad.

Not only is Shaw going after me, but he’s now going after Sienna. The bastard knows that I can handle if he comes after me.

But Sienna? Never.

The fact that he’s demanded Sienna be alive and brought to him is like a knife stabbing me in the heart. Shaw’s probably counting on that little detail driving me crazy imagining the horrible shit he has planned.

I’ve seen what that sick bastard does to people, to women.

I shudder.

I’ll die before I let him touch a hair on her head.

I hear mumbling on the phone.

“Nate, you need to get out of there. Now! Titus just received info from an inside man that Shaw knows you’re in LA. It won’t take him long to locate you and the girl and send men after you.”

This morning has gone to complete shit.

My mood is dark, and I’m furious. I should’ve killed Shaw beforehand.

My hands itch to grip the cold steel of my Glock. My trigger finger itches to pull the trigger and put a bullet straight through his skull.

I take a deep breath.

Think, Nathan. Get Sienna out safely, and then you can end Shaw.

“Get the plane ready,” I tell James. “Tell Titus he’s taking Sienna back to New York.”

“And you?” James asks.

“I’m staying here. This needs to end. Shaw needs to die. Until he’s dead none of us are safe. Especially Sienna.”

“Will do,” he replies.

I hang up the phone.

Sienna just came back into my life. I’ll be damned if Shaw takes her away from me.

She’s my light in all this darkness.

Her happiness, her smile, her love is everything to me. It’s the air I breath and my reason for living now. She’s the center of my universe.

There’s no fucking way I’m going to let him take me out of her life either by having me killed.

As long as I’m alive, I can protect her. I can worship her.

Right now, I need to get her back to New York. Far away from Shaw.

I rush back to the bedroom slamming the door open. Not trying to be quiet at all this time.

“Sienna, get up!” I say with a raised voice.

She wakes up, startled.

I’m grabbing anything and everything in reach to pack into her bag.

“What?” she says groggily.

“Get your ass out of bed and get dressed. We’re leaving. Now.”

“What? Why?”

She’s crawled out of bed.

I toss some clothes at her, not paying attention to what I’m giving her. I don’t give a shit, as long as she’s dressed so I can get her ass moving to the plane.

“Nate!” she yells.

I stop to look at her.

“Why do we have to leave?” she asks.

Walking over to her, I come nose to nose with her.

“Because I said so. Now move your ass into gear.”

She stares at me, saying nothing at first.

I can see the frustration and anger building within her right before my eyes. I steel myself. She’s definitely going to fight me on this.

“No,” she finally says.

“No?” I growl at her.

“No,” she repeats. “I’m sick and tired of running. I don’t want to leave. I’m also worried about my mother back home.”

I’m torn for a split second. I know she’s worried, and I want to take all her worries away. My need to make sure she’s safe is stronger then ever.

“This isn’t up for debate, Sienna. I said get your ass moving.”

“Please, Nate. My mother needs me. I need my mother right now. Home is where I need to be, not wherever you’re planning on taking me. I’ll be safe at the Rose Estate.”

“No,” I say. “You don’t understand. You can’t go home. Just trust me.”

She stomps towards the bathroom. The door slams behind her.

In the next moment, I hear her muffled scream of frustration.

She can be mad at me all she wants. As long as she’s safe, that’s all that matters.

I grab our bags and carry them out of the room to place them by the door for when we leave.

I’m sending out messages to some of my trusted men when she finally comes out.

“Ready?”

“Do I have a choice?” she asks sarcastically.

“No,” I tell her.

We stare at each other.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe, Sienna. That’s my only priority right now. You can be mad at me all you want, but you’re going to thank me one of these days. When it’s safe, you can see your mother, but right now, it isn’t. New York is the safest place for you.”

“You’re right. I do have a right to be mad at you. But, if you think I’ll thank you for keeping me away from my mother, you’re out of your damn mind.”

Shit. She’s infuriating sometimes.

My phone suddenly rings.

Titus.

“The plane is ready,” I tell her after I end the call. “Let’s go.”

She stomps out the door ahead of me.

Yep. No doubt she’s pissed.

But she’s going to be pissed while safe from Shaw.

That’s all that matters.

I’ll make it up to her later. After Shaw is dead and no longer a threat to my angel.