The Girl He Craves novel (Sophie and Aiden)

Chapter 163

Sophie’s pov

Aiden stared at me for a few seconds, each second my heart skipped a beat, waiting for his anger.

But then he laughed instead. A short dry chuckle that made my bones chill.

“Who’s going to ‘talk’ to Christopher?” By the tone of his voice, I knew he was holding back his anger.

I would rather he not, because sensing it was by far worst than living it.

This made me reluctant to respond to him. But I did.

“Me. I will be the on-

I had not even finished my sentence when Aiden pulls away from me, his head shaking in disbelief as

he made his distate known.

“Over my dead body Sophie. You’re not going over to talk to that fucker. I’ll call my lawyer and-

“Aiden!” I hissed in frustration as I watch him pace the floor like a mad man.

He stops and stares at me.

“What if they refuse to budge Aiden? Not even you are above the law, they have evidence of you hitting

Christopher.”

His jaw pop, his teeth grit and if it were possible I was sure steam or fire would be waving out of his

nose and ears.

Gosh he was angry, no furious. The other two men looked at him warily which just proves how much

power and domination that rubbed off Aiden.

He storms back over to the bars and gripped them in a tight hold lock. His fingers turned white, his

veins on his neck pulsing, his eyes ablaze with fury.

I was making him more angry or perhaps it was the situation. Both. It was both.

“Fuck the law and fuck the evidence. You’re not going to go see that bastard you hear me?” He spat,

eyes sending daggers at me.

Despite how unsettling scared I was by his anger, I knew he would never hurt me, which is why I lift my

chin and stared him head on.

“I’m a grown woman Aiden. You can’t tell me what to do.”

His stormy gaze rolled down my body, slowly, lingering on my breast and my thighs. He pushes his

head closer to the bars, lowering his voice. “Don’t you think I know you’re all woman Sophie?”

His eyes snap back up, the fury returning in his gaze.

“But that doesn’t mean you jump straight into the fucking fire and danger. You’re not going and that’s

the end of it!” He barked.

Crossing my arms under my chest and glaring at him I let out an annoyed breath through my nose.

He was not letting up. He wouldn’t.

“We’ll see.” I said and turned around.

His stare is like angry fire on my back, nipping at my heels with every step I took.

“Sophie. You better not go there.” He growled, his tone swirling with fury.

“Or what?” I said over my shoulder without turning around to look at him.

“Don’t get me mad Sophie.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re already mad Aiden. I’ll get you out I promise.” Those were my last parting

words as I stepped out.

“Sophie!” His frustrated yell died out when I closed the door.

The further I walked from him, the more I felt absolutely unsure of my decision. But then a flash of

Sergio’s smirk in my head and I was again hell bent on going to Christopher.

But first, I would have to go to Sergio. I had no clue as to where Christopher lived or where I can expect

to meet up with him. Sergio would know, after all Christopher was one of his little devil. workers.

I sighed when I stepped out of the station, my mind hazy in how I would go about this and actually

make Christopher agree to take back his statement.

I’ll figure it out on the way.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Mitch. He answered on the third ring.

“Miss-

I cut him off by telling him to come pick me up and bring me to Sergio’s place.

He was reluctant but soon agreed.

When we did pull up to the familiar house, Mitch turned around in his seat and looked me over with

unsureness.

“Are you sure Miss? Mr. Xavier-

“Agreed to let me go.” I lied through my teeth.

Mitch catches on quick but didn’t say anything but gave a single nod.

I looked out the window at the huge mansion, my body stiffening and getting ready for the unpleasant

conversation I would have with Sergio.

Het out a heavy sigh through my parted lips.

“Be careful. Mr.Harrington is someone who’s very uptight.” Mitch warned the second my hands latch on

the door to open it.

“I know.” I answered with a sigh. “I’ll be back soon.

I opened the door and stepped out. Chewing my lips I began my short journey to the huge front door.

My phone rang on the way.

“Mila,”

“What the hell is going on Sophie!? I saw the news, Ria forwarded it to me. When did this happen? It’s

everywhere.” She said in one breath.

I winced.

It’s everywhere on social media.

“It looks bad but Aiden hadn’t assaulted anyone….well kinda. He punched Christopher Muralo

yesterday at that stupid lunch at Sergio’s. He filed a complaint and had cops arrest Aiden. They don’t

want to give him bail Mila.” I whispered.

Looking up at Sergio’s huge mansion I whispered when the cameras just inches higher up the huge

door suddenly turned to me. “But I have a plan to get him out sooner.”

I can hear Mila’s confusion when she responded. “What are you planning Sophie? Don’t do anything

that will get you into trouble.”

Suddenly the huge door parts and a maid stands in the doorway, looking at me like she was expecting

me. I had no doubt she was.

“I’m at Sergio’s. I’ll call you back later. Don’t worry about me.” I said and end the call.

I pushed the phone back into the bag and strolled over to the opened door.

“Hello,” I said. “Is Sergio home?”

She nod, her dead eyes on me and unshifting. “Yes. He has been expecting you.”

She shifts to give me room to pass and motioned me to enter.

“I’m sure he has.” I muttered under my breath.

Turning around the woman spoke.”Follow me.”

I do. I followed her upstairs and into a room to the left. When she opened the door, she motioned for

me to step in.

I can spot Sergio right away, he’s by the window, overlooking the view and smoking a cigar.

Letting out a puff, he shifts and turns around.

His cold eyes automatically snapped to mine and a forced cruel smirk plasters on his lips.

“Sophie. Didn’t expect to see you back so soon! Came for a drink?”

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“Give me Christopher Muralo’s address Sergio.” I spat, stepping further into the room with a set glare

on his cruel face.

He tilts his head, eyeing me. “Not even a hello to your grandfather in law?”

My eyes narrowed. “You’re no one to me.”