His Best Friends Daughter- BK1 TPBS 1st draft

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"You have no fucking idea how much I want to hurt you right now Michael!"

"Look I know I didn't tell you everything but..."

"You're a fucking idiot! What do you know about this house Michael huh? Do you realise he comes into this house? HE WAS HERE LAST NIGHT!"

Damon threw the mug he held against the wall. When Anna's father arrived this morning Luc had to hold him back. Though he did get one punch in it wasn't enough.

"You risked your daughters life. You risked my fiancée's life. You may be my best friend but right now I'd love to beat the crap out of you. You're family Michael and you know how we feel about family. We would have been here when that fuckwit took her the first time and he would never have had a second chance!"

Michael shook his head "I get it! OK I fucked up. Do you have any fucking idea how hard it was for me? Sitting here for fucking hours with detectives answering question after question. I think they thought I'd killed her. When she came home..."he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply "when she came home she wasn't my little girl anymore. She may as well have been dead. The girl who walked in was a shell of her former self. I tried, god how I tried but no one could get through but Ben." He lifted his eyes from the table to look at Damon "do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to watch your daughter... your child... live the life of a fucking submissive at the age of sixteen? My little girl was completely gone Damon... gone. So while you stand there fucking telling me how fucked up I am as a father you might want to remember that." Shakily he stood up "Yes I know. You guys were a phone call away but what the fuck would I say? How the fuck do you explain that shit?" He walked to the back door "I'll be back in a few minutes."

The door slammed behind him and the men looked at each other.

"The fucking sad thing is that I understand why he did what he did. Now I feel like a prick."

Damon sat down in the chair that Michael vacated.

"He still should have told you the whole story of the last few months. The look on his face when I filled him in on everything from the past day and a half..." Lucas shook his head "He had no idea of the false walls or room. This house has been in the family for generations so he never looked over the plans, he just accepted the house as it is."

"Well why wouldn't you?" Maxon got up and went to the coffee pot just as the back door swang back open and Michael stomped back through.

The look on his face was almost black as he dropped three sledge hammers onto the floor. He kept one for himself and swung it up so the head landed in his other hand.

"You said he was getting into this house through fucking secret passages made by false walls?" The three other men in the room nodded. "Then it's time to take away his fucking right of passage!"

He left the room and went up the stairs. Damon, Lucas and Maxon all looked at each other with a grin and picked up a sledge hammer for themselves.

They heard a large bang and then more "Let's go renovate boys!" Damon walked out the door with Maxon following close behind.

Lucas took out his phone and called one of his men. They'd be waiting in the cellar as the sounds of banging and wood breaking echoed through the house.

"What the...?"

Anna sat up with a scared look on her face.

"Calm down Anna. Your Dad came home a little while ago and I'd say that by the sledge hammers they were carrying and the sounds that they're taking down the false walls."

Ben shut the door to the loungeroom turning the key in the lock and while they could still hear the sounds from upstairs it was muffled.

"Wow" she whispered "this house is his pride and joy".

"Well obviously you mean more."

She smiled wearily "I hope so."

"You think he doesn't?"

"I don't know Ben... he's never home and then he arranges this marriage to Damon... shit!"

"What?"

"The wedding's in three days!"

"Maybe you won't have to marry him now they're looking for Gregory?"

Anna seemed shocked "You think?"

"Maybe. That's what you want isn't it?"

"Yeh... yeh it is." Wasn't it?