*Warning! Graphic sexual content will be seen in this chapter. You've been warned.*

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The water spray over my head drowned out all my thoughts this morning. The only thing I needed tonight was a name and a phone number, the rest Owen would handle while I controlled it behind the scenes, away from any watching eyes.

My head tilted further back, the water pressure massaging the shampoo out of my thick hair. Fingers traced along my naked body until settling in my hair, taking out the excess shampoo. I arched my back, unwilling to move away from the scorching hot water.

A wet kiss pressed to my neck and I sighed in contentment. I'll say one thing, Finn knew how to distract me.

Earlier when he wandered into my bedroom and found me staring at the wall lost in thought, he knew I was scheming and needed to snap out of it.

He suggested a hot, relaxing shower to calm me before tonight and he delivered. The shower was definitely hot, but not from the water.

A gasp left my lips, causing drops of water to fall past my lips as Finn's hands started wandering across my body. He pressed another kiss to my neck, then my throat, his hand running along the swell of my breast before cupping it in his hand, squeezing gently.

I gripped his biceps, my nails digging into his skin so I wouldn't lose my balance as his head leaned down to suck my nipple into his mouth while his hand massaged the other one.

His free hand ran down my thigh, lifting my leg until it rested on his hip. He lifted his head and pushed us backward until my back hit the exposed stone of the wall. I hissed, the rough stone digging into my back but a moan quickly replaced it as Finn, pressed every inch of his body against mine.

For the first time since entering the shower, I opened my eyes, meeting those damn blue eyes that set my soul on fire. His gaze was hooded, showcasing a darker shade of blue in his eye as the water rained down on his head, causing droplets to trail down his face.

He didn't seem bothered by it one bit.

One questioning raise of an eyebrow, followed by an eager nod from yours truly, and a smirk appeared on his face. Finn gripped the leg hitched on his hip, and hitched it higher, feeling his length press into me at a torturous pace. And that's coming from someone that has actually tortured people.

My fingers went to his neck and tugged on his head until he leaned down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss as he pressed into me fully. I gasped into the kiss, my hand slipping from his neck to his back, trying to pull him closer as the water rained over us. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and brushed it against mine before retreating to nip my bottom lip.

Finn dug his fingers into my thigh, his free hand held my hip as he thrust slowly. My nails clawed at his back, begging him to move faster, come closer, kiss me harder, anything to cure the building ache in my stomach.

The exposed stone cut into my back but it only added to the feeling of pleasure coursing through my very soul. Both sets of nails dragged down his back until I got to his backside and grabbed him, trying to pull him closer, my hips rocking to meet his every stroke.

Finn slowed down, pulling himself back until just the tip remained before thrusting at a snail's pace, probably wanting to enjoy the moment. Fuck that. Moving my hands to his shoulders and holding tight so my fingers didn't slip over his wet skin, I lifted the leg still on the ground and wrapped it around his waist.

He groaned loudly, drowning out my moan at the change in angle. I pressed my lips to his hard, biting his bottom lip roughly, causing his resolve to finally snap. His hips drove deeper and a cry left my lips. He used the wall as leverage to hold us upright as we moved together in sync.

That ache in my stomach tightened, my breaths coming out harsher as we met each other with each thrust. I waited as long as I could. My thighs clenched together and Finn squeezed my waist, biting out a curse as I moaned in pleasure, my release finally breaking.

Finn thrust a few more times before kissing me, losing himself in the high.

Minutes later I broke the kiss, pressing my head back against the stone, my chest heaving, droplets of water sprayed my face as they bounced off Finn's body. Finn rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

My feet slid along the floor but I couldn't remember setting them back down before. He ran a hand over my jaw, his thumb rubbing the corner of my mouth with a small smile on his. I leaned up on my toes and kissed him once, twice, three times in short succession. He grinned.

Silently we washed our bodies, Finn taking it upon himself to help me in the particularly sensitive areas. I nearly had to beat him with the shower gel bottle because he wouldn't stop touching me.

Finn turned off the water, gathered my hair up, and gently wrung it out, careful not to get his fingers caught in the curls. After climbing out first, he pulled a fresh fluffy towel from the shelf and held it open for me while he stood, naked and dripping water all over the floor.

A twisted smile graced my lips as he wrapped me up, pressing a kiss to my temple before grabbing his towel and leading me out of the bathroom. My short, satin black dress lay on my bed, and a pair of strappy Louboutin stilettos to match sat on the floor.

Next to my clothes, was a white button-down with a pair of black pants and shoes. Nina must have figured out that Finn was in here. "Babe," Finn called and I snapped out of my thoughts to look at him. His eyes held concern. "Do you want me to leave you alone to get dressed?" He asked sincerely.

A smile slipped onto my lips as I shook my head. "Don't go anywhere."

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The Vigas luncheon was something I could have lived with missing. The Vigas Family were rude to their staff, served cheap booze, and liked to pretend that they were God's gift to the world. I even caught a waiter carrying around a tray of white powdered lines like it was normal.

My lips twisted in disgust.

And my father thought it was a 'good idea' to let my youngest siblings join us today. Amari stared around at the bright fiery colors decorating the large dining room. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered one entire wall, letting us look out onto the beautiful summer's day. Yet we were stuck inside, forced to be in close proximity to each other.

"This is a terrible idea," Elijah whispered next to me, his eyes darting around the room as if he were looking for someone. Mine made a sweep too, but unfortunately, the person I was looking for didn't seem to be in the room.

"No shit, Sherlock," Jasper mumbled, his hands in his pockets as he glared at anyone who looked our way.

My mother and father beamed proudly, relishing in the attention now that they were back in society. The rest of us were a little more apprehensive considering the last time I'd been in a room with all of these people, someone lost a finger.

That someone, scowled at me, his gaze drifting to Finn at my side before meeting my gaze again. My face didn't twitch a muscle as I stared him down, silently promising a fate worse than death if he touched Finn.

Sensing my body tense, Finn brushed a hand over the bare skin of my back. He'd apologized profusely for the small cuts the exposed rough stone caused earlier but I couldn't be bothered, in fact, I enjoyed the signs of our morning.

My mother nearly choked to death when she asked why I had such random tiny cuts on my back and I told her it was from shower sex with the doctor.

Then Finn nearly died when I offered to show her his back so she could see my masterpiece courtesy of my nails. None of my siblings said a word but I did hear Elijah giggle like a schoolgirl.

Elijah scoffed. "Fuck you, Waston, I was stating a fact."

An amused smile played on my lips. "Now boys, we're here to have a good time, " I faced Elijah, "why don't you go find Sierra, I'm sure she dying to see you." I blinked innocently.

Elijah scowled, narrowing his eyes. "Fuck you, she's a nightmare."

"Who's a nightmare?" An overly sultry voice grated on my ears as the nightmare herself stepped into our path.

Jasper stopped in his tracks, narrowly missing bumping into her. "You are," he stated honestly.

Sierra Vigas, the daughter of Alejandro Vigas, one of the family Heads, brushed her sleek, straight black hair over her shoulder. "Stop flirting with me, Jasper, or I may have to graciously give you a tour of the gardens later," she winked, alluding to a different type of garden, I'm sure.

Jasper glanced at his watch. "You're not worth a trip to the health clinic," he muttered casually before stepping around her and further into the room. Elijah snorted.

Sierra's eyes blazed as she twisted on her heel. "For the last time, I don't have an STD. Whoever started that rumor will be shot in the kneecap when I find them," she threatened, clenching her fingers and stomping her foot.

Slowly, my head turned to face my idiot brother whose eyes were wide at Sierra's threat. "This is why you shouldn't start rumors," I said sweetly, giving him a wide smile.

He glared at me. "Shut up," he hissed. Finn bit his lip.

Sierra glanced back at us and Elijah snapped into a calm demeanor, glancing around the room in a bored fashion. Finn chuckled. Her eyes darted to his, trailing over his white button-down.

I stepped in front of him before her eyes could go further. "Beat it, Vigas."

She placed a cheap manicured finger to her lips. "I remember you, you're the doctor," she said, her voice lowering as she fluttered her eyelashes.

My eyes narrowed. "Try me, Vigas. I dare you," I whispered, dragging out the last three words slowly, getting my very obvious point across.

Her lips pursed in annoyance. "I didn't flirt with him, Ana, you need to calm down or people will take that rabid dog rumor seriously."

I bared my teeth in a flashy smile. "How about I bite you and we put an end to the rumor? We'll wait until you start foaming at the mouth and die." Her nostrils flared and I took a casual step forward.

Finn linked our hands together but didn't pull me back. A hand suddenly fell on Sierra's shoulder, pulling her away. "Now, little sister, it's not smart to play around with Anastasia Love, she'll cut your finger off—oh, you've already done that," Luis Vigas, the heir to the Vigas Family, joked as he gripped his sister's shoulder, his knuckles turning white.

"Hilarious as ever, Luis," I replied in a deadpanned voice. "Finn Weston, Luis Vigas, the asshole of the cool kids club." Finn kept a disinterested face as he shook Luis's hand. Luis frowned at the silence coming from Finn. I grinned.

One thing Finn excelled at was the art of not giving a fuck, it only made me cherish him more.

Luis rolled his eyes. "A compliment coming from you, Love." He placed a hand on his chest, flashing his expensive watch. He glanced toward his sister. "Come, Sierra, we have guests to entertain." He led his sister in the direction of the crowd of people that surged through the doors.

My eyes caught a flash of red hair.

I ran a hand over Finn's chest. "Go talk to Franco and Elijah," I jerked my thumb to where they stood by the bar, a glass of amber liquid in each of their hands.

His mouth dropped open in playful mockery. "You're ditching me?"

My hand waved in the air nonchalantly. "I need to talk to Kim about girl stuff. The usual, periods, bras, how big our lovers' dicks are."

"The usual," he muttered, scoffing as he rolled his eyes. I placed a kiss on his cheek and pushed him towards my brother and Franco who welcomed him with open arms and a call to the bartender to get him a drink. I grinned.

Kimberly looked bored in her white summer dress as her parents spoke to the Vigas family. Her eyes caught mine and I raised my eyebrows, gesturing for her to come over. With a relieved smile, she said something to her mother before making her way over.

"Thank fuck, I can't deal with Sierra fucking Vigas right now," she declared instead of a greeting, kissing both cheeks.

I snorted. "I've already dealt with that one, she set her eyes on my man."

Kimberly's eyes sparkled. "The surgeon?" she gasped in delight. "You bitch, tell me everything, and don't skimp over the juicy parts," she threatened with a smirk. With a firm but gentle grip on my wrist, she led me to a small corner by the window where no one bothered to venture to.

"Actually," I began, prying my wrist free, "I'm more interested in hearing about your man." Her smile dissipated in a split second. Her body tensed. "I wondered why you wouldn't introduce us to him all night at the club, keeping him hidden in the shadows," I said slowly, following her step as she moved backward, her breathing sharpening. "And then I did some digging."

She looked terrified. "Ana, please—."

"Don't be scared, Kimberly," I scolded as if talking to a child, "You've got nothing to fear, I won't tell your family that you're sleeping with someone that works in the District Attorney's office," I hissed, letting the gravity of my words knock her back a step. "The fucking government, Campbell? Are you out of your mind?"

Kimberly shook visibly, if anyone looked her way they would think she was cold. "We met at a dinner in the city."

I held up a hand. "I don't care how you met or how long you've been fucking him or if you're in love and want to have his spawns," she chuckled unwillingly at that, "I need his...influence," I said softly.

Her eyes widened. "I don't use him as a pawn for my own family, why would I give him to you?"

A bright and overly friendly smile lit up my face. "Because I'm asking nicely." She gave me a flat stare. "He won't get in trouble," her gaze burned harder. I sighed, "I promise on my favorite Birkin Bag." Her lips pursed, impressed.

A Birkin was nothing to joke about.

She pointed a finger at me. "If you screw up my relationship—."

"You'll claw my eyes out?" I supplied helpfully. "Save me the threat, they only turn me on." She snorted, a laugh bubbling from her lips.

Kimberly heaved a dramatic sigh. "Who am I delivering these details to, exactly?"

My eyes swept across the room until they landed on a dark-skinned figure, looking around uncomfortably while Jasper stood next to him, texting on his phone. "Him," I pointed out, "His name is Owen, he's my IT expert."

Her lips parted. "Where have you been hiding him? Holy shit is it a requirement for your members to be hot as fuck because this is not fair."

"Keep it in your pants, Kimmy," she scowled at the nickname, "Just hand him the details and I'll handle the rest."

She nodded, running a hand over her silk slip dress. "Fine but I expect something for doing this," she announced, staring at her manicure. She sent me a sly smile, "It's too bad you've hitched your wagon to the sexy surgeon, or you and I could have—."

I chuckled, cutting her off. "I'm going to stop you right there Campbell, been there done that but unfortunately for you, I'm happy."

Kimberly grinned. "Good." She waved her fingers before leaving me standing there.

My eyes immediately found Finn, mouth open as he laughed with Franco while Elijah gestured with his hands. Luca stood a few feet away, stuck watching after Amari, and looked longingly in their direction.

Confidently walking up to them. I grabbed Finn's arm and pulled him down, cutting off his laughter. "Bathroom, two minutes, last door at the end of the west wing hallway," I muttered before walking away, not even glancing in their direction.

With a short glance over my shoulder, I watched Finn excuse himself and walk in the opposite direction of where I currently walked. Clever.

"Anastasia!" A voice called and I looked back to see Angelo Accardi, the Head of the Accardi Family, waving me over. He was surrounded by the Head of Families, my father included, and their heirs. Shan glared at me. "Come join us, have a cigar."

The first time I'd ever been invited to sit with the 'Big Boys'. This is what I've waited for since my father announced that I was to be his heir.

But Finn waited for me.

"No," I said casually, walking past them all, "I've got better things to do with my time."

Luis bit his lip to stop the laughter while my father froze in shocked anger. I sent them all one last smile before disappearing behind a corner.

Picking up the pace a little more, I walked into the bathroom, barely closing the door before Finn wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "Why did you tell me to come here?"

I twisted in his arms, grinned up at him, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him down to kiss him softly. "I'm so sick of everyone in this place," I sighed as his lips found their way to my neck. "You're the only person I want to be around."

"We'll, I'm right here, whenever you need me." His thumb rubbed the material of my dress on my hip. "I love this dress on you."

My fingers gripped his hair and pulled him back so I could look him in the eye, giving him a flat stare. "But you would prefer it off me?"

"I wasn't going to say that," he defended sheepishly.

I nodded, the corners of my lips tugging upwards. "I'm sure."

His hand slid around to my backside and pinched. My mouth dropped open in fake shock. "How dare yo—."

The door opened.

My hands remained wrapped around Finn's neck as my mother walked into the room. Her expression remained neutral, not shocked to find the two of us here, in this position. Finn's arms slid off me, hanging limp at his side.

"Mrs. Love," he said quietly.

She nodded stiffly. "Dr. Weston, if you don't mind, I'd like a word with my daughter."

He started nodding but I stopped him from letting go of me. "Finn can stay."

"I only need a minute, Anastasia."

I stared her down. "And Finn can stay."

My mother shuffled uncomfortably. "One minute, Anastasia. One." She looked into my eyes and something in them had me letting go of Finn and pushing him toward the door with a promise of meeting him back in the dining room.

"What is this about?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the counter.

She swallowed. "Your father—."

I pushed off the counter. "Oh please, give it a break mother, I don't want to listen to you try to defend him for the vile things he's done. You're so blinded by affection you can't see the monster in front of you—."

"Listen to me, Anastasia," my mother hissed, lifting her chin higher as she spoke. "I am going to say this once and you are going to listen." My mouth snapped shut, curiosity piquing my interest. She took a deep, slow breath, collecting her thoughts. With a glance over her shoulder, she made sure the door was locked. "You do what you have to do to protect your siblings, do you understand me?"

My head turned to the side in confusion as I stared down at her. "Wha—?"

"You do what you need to do, to keep them all safe, all of them." She scratched her nail along her thumbnail. "Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Mom—."

"Anastasia, yes or no?" She stressed, her eyes wild and searching my face.

Hesitantly, I nodded. When she scrutinized me a bit longer, I nodded confidently.

She closed her eyes in relief. "Will you protect them?"

"With my life," I swore, without taking a second to think. The protection of my siblings was always my first priority.

My mother nodded, reached out to hold my hands, and kissed my knuckles. My lips twisted in confusion as I watched her. Once she dropped my fingers she looked me in the eye, a new edge to her. "Then you know what you have to do."

With one last look, my mother, brushed a piece of hair off my face, running a hand along my cheek before leaving the bathroom altogether.

My body slumped against the counter, holding onto it for dear life as her words rushed through me over and over again.

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Well then, guess Mother Dearest has some of her priorities in order there.

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