What the fuck kind of name is River? A chick name, that's what it is. Mila's giggling has me cutting my eyes over to her where she is sitting in the passenger seat of my truck. Even with a bruised face, she is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. "What so funny?"

"I can hear you grumbling from over here. And River is a perfectly fine name," she scolds. "I already told you earlier you didn't have to come with me. River is just a friend and a nice guy."

"Nice guy my ass, I saw the way he was lookin' at you the day we picked Ava up from preschool. The motherfucker wants in your pants, and that shit is not happening."

"Just because a guy is nice to a woman doesn't mean he wants to 'get in her pants'. I want you to be kind to him when we get there Reid, I mean it."

"Kitten, he's a man, and you're a beautiful woman, so yes, he most certainly wants to get in your pants. I'll be nice as long as he knows his place is a professional one and that your pussy belongs to me." I watch as Mila's face turns red. She's probably thinking about what happened in the shower. One taste of her sweet pussy and I'm hooked. Fuck, just thinking about it has my dick hard as a fuckin' rock right now. Reaching down I adjust myself, and I don't miss the way Mila has spotted my current state. Glancing back at her, I give her a grin letting her know I'm thinkin' about it too. When she licks her lips, I almost have it in mind to turn this truck around and take her home for another taste. "Unless you want me showin' up to the lawyer's office with a hard-on, you better quit lookin' at me like that, Kitten." At my warning, Mila snaps her eyes away from my crotch to my face, and I watch her pupils dilate. She is just as affected by me as I am by her. My parking and turning the truck off is what has her breaking out of her daze. "Stay there; I’ll come around to get ya," I command as I hop out of my truck. Once I help Mila out of the truck, I wrap my arm around her and pull in close to me as we make our way inside the building where River's office is.

"May I help you?" A young woman sitting behind the reception desk asks us, and I don't miss the double take she gives Mila. Not surprising considering her bruised face. "I'm Mila Vaughn; I'm here to see River. I don't have an appointment, but could you check to see if he will see me?" Mila asks.

"Sure, you two have a seat over there," she points to her left where there are a few chairs lined against the wall, "and I'll let Mr. Knight know you're here."

Our asses' barely hit our seats before River strides in our direction from down the hall. His steps falter as Mila and I both stand to great him. "Holy shit, Mila. Are you okay? What happened?" he rushes out. When River's eyes cut to me, and he stands a little taller, I know what the fucker is thinking. "I suggest you wipe that fuckin' look off your face. I'd never put my hands on any woman, especially not MY woman." I square off. Mila, sensing the severity of my tone, places her hand on my arm and gives a light squeeze as she looks directly at the man in front of us.

"River, I was attacked last night. Reid is the one who saved me. He would never hurt me." She tells him with conviction.

"I'm sorry. I apologize for assuming. I was stunned by your appearance, but that's still no excuse." After a few tense moments, I nod my head and accept his apology.

"So, what can I do for you today?" River asks as he sits down behind his desk. Mila and I take our seats across from him. To my left, Mila reaches into her purse, pulls out both envelopes, and hands them to River. "I received the first set of papers in the mail, then I was served the eviction notice while at work." We both watch on as the lawyer reads over the document. "Susan Vaughn is contesting your rights as Power of Attorney over your grandmother and trying to evict you from your home." He states.

"Yes, and I want to know what I need to do in order for them not to have control over Grams' care. My parents have not spoken or seen Grams or me in years. Now suddenly, they show up demanding to take over. I can't let that happen, River. I need help." Mila pleads, and I hate how desperate her voice sounds. "I have no idea what they could want. The only thing of value my grandmother has is our house, but I don't see my parents putting up a fight for an old house."

Cutting in, I ask, "Mila mentioned you're her grandmother's attorney. Does she have a will? Do you have any information that could help us to understand what her parents are after?"

"Yes, I am her attorney, and yes, your grandmother has a will, but I'm sorry it would be against the law for me to disclose what is in it with you."

Slumping in her seat, Mila looks defeated. "I understand. Would you at least be willing to take on my case? I don't know how much you charge for services, and I don't have much money, but maybe you would be willing to work out a payment plan with me?"

Cutting in again, I offer, "I'll pay for whatever you need, babe. Don't worry." When I see her mouth open about to protest, I shake my head and give her a sharp look. "What did we talk about earlier, Kitten?" Remembering our earlier conversation, Mila's face softens before blowing out a deep breath and nods her head in agreement. I know it's tough for her to accept the help. When you're used to doing things on your own for so long, you are wary of leaning on another person. It makes me so fuckin' happy she has enough trust in me to allow herself to give in to my help. She and Ava belong to me now, and I was going to prove my worth. Each day we spent together she was opening up to me more and more. Mila has yet to give any details about Ava's father. I know I could use my hacking skills to try and dig up the information, but I can't bring myself to do it. I already dug into her parent's background and what their end game is with their daughter, but tapping into something like Ava's father and going behind Mila's back on something so personal doesn't sit well with me. I'm willing to be patient and let her come to me when she is ready.

We have just said our goodbyes to River, and he has agreed to take on Mila's case and are about to leave when she excuses herself to the restroom. I'm walking out of River's office when he stops me. "If your reputation precedes you, I trust you'll find the answers you are looking for. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help, but I'm confident you don't need it."

Well, fuck me. River just permitted me to dig around in his system. Not that I needed it.

"How are ya feelin', babe?" I ask Mila once we make it home. I opted to come back to my place instead of the clubhouse. After we left the lawyer's office, Mila received a text from Alba asking if Ava could stay the night with her and Gabriel. It appears she has taken a shine to baby Gabe. Ava is completely obsessed with my brother's little boy.

I've never given too much thought to having a family of my own, but now that I have Mila and Ava, I sure as fuck see it now. I like the idea of Mila giving me a son.

"I feel good. A little tired, but my ribs aren’t too sore anymore, and my head has stopped hurting. Whatever Doc gave me last night seems to have done the trick," she says with a yawn. I lead her down the hall. "Come on and take a nap."

She doesn't protest when I lead her past the room her and Ava shared when they were staying here and into my room. Opening my dresser drawer, I take out a t-shirt and hand it to her. Mila accepts my offering, then makes her way to the bathroom to change. While she readies herself, I stride back into the kitchen for a bottle of water and some pain reliever. When I step back into the bedroom, Mila has already crawled into bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I hand over the medicine and twist the cap off the water before passing it to her. Without a word, she takes medicine and downs half the water. Leaning over, I kiss her lips softly, "Sleep, Kitten."

Several hours later, night has fallen, and I'm sitting in the chair beside my bed and watch as Mila begins to stir. "Hey," she rasps in a sleepy voice. "How long was I out?"

"About four hours."

"Really? And have you been watching me the whole time?"

Without lying, I answer, "Yes." I watch as Mila's breathing picks up as we continue to stare at each other. Sitting up in bed, she slowly lifts the blanket away from her body exposing the curve of her hips and her long-toned legs as she swings them over the edge of the bed and stands. My eyes hone in on the sway of her hips as she moves across the room towards me with purpose. When she steps between my spread legs, I lean forward and place my hands on either side of her legs at her knees. I start to slowly run my hands up the backside of her thighs to the soft curve of her ass. I don't miss the way her skin prickles from my touch. Mila grips the bottom of the t-shirt she is wearing and pulls it off over her head. Her action is letting me know she's made her choice. I'd be a crazy fucking bastard not to take what she is offering. Standing in front of me in nothing but a black lace thong is the most stunning creature God has ever created. Every inch of this woman is perfection. I take my time studying every inch of her body. From the flare of her hips, all the way up to her full breasts. With my hands still on her, I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and slide them down her legs. Once I have them off, I grab hold of her ass urging her forward. With Mila's sweet-smelling pussy right in front of my face, I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her wet slit. She places her hands on my head and tips her head back letting a groan escape her mouth. I'll never get enough of her taste. Reclining back in the chair, Mila follows by straddling my hips. When she settles onto my lap, I can feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans. In this new position, I cup her breast and swirl my tongue around one of her pink nipples before taking it into my mouth.

"Reid," Mila rasps while digging her nails into my scalp.

My name on her lips is my undoing. With one arm under her ass and the other wrapped around her back, I stand, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I waste no time striding towards the bed. Without a word, she slides out of my arms and bends down to her knees on the floor in front of me. Reaching up, she unbuckled my belt and then my jeans before pulling them down my hips taking my boxers with them causing my cock to spring free. Mila places her hands on my stomach urging me to sit back on the bed. Once I comply, she guides my jeans the rest of the way, exposing my prosthesis. Surprisingly, I have no anxiety at her seeing me. I trusted her once already before giving her that part of me. She has shown nothing but acceptance. This is who I am. With Mila, I don't feel embarrassed. I finally feel comfortable in my own skin. She makes me confident in this part of me. So when she takes it upon herself to remove it, I don't object. Looking at me, Mila begins to pepper kisses up my scared leg and up the inside of my thigh until she reaches my hard cock. Taking it in her hand, she takes the swollen head of my dick into her warm mouth. "God damn it! That feels so fuckin' good, Kitten." I hiss. My words encourage her as she takes me further into her mouth. After a few minutes, I fist my hand around her long, silky hair and lightly tug her off my cock. "Come here," I demand. "When I come, I want it to be inside of you."

Snagging her around the waist, I swiftly twist our bodies back onto the bed causing Mila's body to tuck underneath mine. I waste no time taking her mouth with mine. With our mouths fighting a never-ending battle, Mila's body seeks friction as her hips buck and her wet pussy finds my aching cock. Pressing my hips into her center, I slide my cock back and forth through her wet slit. Breaking our kiss, she starts to beg.

"Reid, please, I need more." Raking her nails up my back she pleads once more, "Reid, I need you."

Fuck, she had to go on and say the one last thing sure to break me. She needs me. Not this, me. Resting my forehead on hers, I give her something I have never given another woman, "I love you, Mila." Shocked at my confession, she sucks in a breath. Seeing the truth in my eyes she palms my cheek, "I love you too, Reid."

With nothing else left to say, I reach between us and take my cock in my hand placing the head at her entrance. I take both of Mila's hands in mine and bring them above our heads and link our fingers together. With our eyes locked on one another, I thrust forward taking the woman I love entirely, making her mine in every way. Kissing her neck, I still for a moment letting Mila become accustomed to my size because she is so fucking tight. "You okay, baby?"

"Yes," she whispers and then groans when I swivel my hips.

"So fuckin' good, Kitten. So perfect," I praise, picking up my pace.

"Oh God, Reid, I'm going to come." When I feel her pussy begin to flutter around my cock, I move my head down and take her nipple into my mouth and suck. Seconds later her pussy spasms around me like a vise as her orgasm crashes over her, and my name on her lips has me thrusting one last time before planting myself deep inside of her as I chase my release.

With Mila sleeping upstairs in my bed, I decided to come down to my office and get to work on finding out about her parents. After I have tapped into River's system, I've found the motive they need to get their daughter out of the picture. "Son of a bitch," I mutter. I almost don't believe what I am looking at, but sure enough, Mila's grandmother has Mila as the beneficiary of her will. And in the event of her death, Mila will inherit 2.5 million dollars. Mila's grandfather purchased some stocks in the 50's. He left everything to his wife Charlotte, Mila's grandmother, and she has left everything to Mila. No way does Mila know anything about this. She would have told me. I have no idea why her grandmother never told her, but my guess is she didn't want Mila's parents to find out. It looks like they found out alright. There is no other reason for them wanting their daughter and granddaughter dead. Now I need to find out why the hell they would go through such drastic measures for this money. From the way Mila talks, her parents are wealthy. Thirty minutes later, I have my answer. The Vaughn's are tapped out. As in flat on their ass broke. Too many bad investments by Mila's father. And his credit card receipts are showing some extramarital activities Mrs. Vaughn would not like. A perfect example of you can't judge a book by its cover. On the outside, these two are well-respected, upstanding citizens. On the inside, they are liars and cheaters, the lowest of the fucking low.

I get to work setting things in motion. Contacting the right people in order to eliminate the situation and put her parents where they belong. Picking up my phone, I find the name I'm looking for and wait for Jake to answer. It's nearly midnight, but Prez knows I wouldn't call at this time unless it was necessary. He answers after two rings, "Son?"

"Can we have a sit down in the morning, Prez," I ask.

"You got it."

These motherfuckers don't know what low is, but they sure are about to find out.