Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 304

Chapter 304

The next morning. Elliot dragged himself upstairs, heading for the study to wait for Sebastian

He’d just hit the landing when he spotted Sebastian slipping out of Stephanie’s room.

It stopped him dead in his tracks. The air felt thick and weird.

He tried to brush it off, turning to sneak away like he hadn’t seen anything, but before he could even she say be bara’s

was busted.

No escaping now. Elliot froze, gulped, and muttered a shaky. “Mr. Giovanni

Sebastian stood there, robe half–open, swaying a little in the breeze, with faint scratch marks showing underneath

Elliot squinted. Those marks were fresh–bright red and hard to miss.

His stomach knotted up. ‘Should’ve waited, he thought, kicking himself. But it was already tite

Sebastian shot him a cold look. “Get to the study and wait.”

“Yes, sir,” Elliot said under his breath, glad for the out.

He hightailed it to the study without a backward glance,

About fifteen minutes later, Sebastian strolled in, pushing the door open.

He’d ditched the robe for a slick gray lounge set, looking cool, sharp, and totally unbothered.

Macro shuffled in after him, looking like a train wreck. The guy was beat–dark circles under his eyes wreating he hadn’t slept all night.

He’d tried chasing Elliot down earlier, but his legs gave out halfway, nearly eating the floor

By the time he got his act together, Elliot was gone.

All night, Macro had been freaking out, wondering if Elliot had messed up Luca. His brain was spinning with worst–case

scenarios.

exactly known for going easy–he knew

pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it. He blew out a

Luca–did they find her

to Elliot with

“Miss Vitale… she’s gone.

on the

jaw dropped. “Wait,

brain kicked into gear, racing as he asked, “Left Long Harbor?

had said

out?” Macro asked,

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punk–found her that quick?‘ His gut twisted.

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probably meant they’d roughed her up first–The more he thought about it, the more he

chest got tight. “How’d they do it? Beat her

heat crawling up

steaming. “Man, you really let your crew smack anyone around,

in fast. “Mr. Vitale-”

it, Elliot. Zip it,” Macro snapped, voice like a whip.

done–his temper cranking

on his nerves half the time,

could fight all day at home, whatever, but out there? When it

tilted his head, giving Macro a stare that could chill a fire. “You want to test me?”

chin out, glaring.

again, sounding fed up. “I didn’t lay a hand on her.”

like that, the room went silent. Dead

Macro spun

Long Harbor? You kick her

shifted a little, eyes sliding

our guys the slip and bolted from Long

mouth twitched, his face stuck

up more questions,

wrap his brain around how