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 c**k still half hard from the panic room f**k 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.
Remember that email where you joked about sneaking onto my property like a thief in the night?
You described cutting through the east garden to the lake. We use that rou
