“There’s a girl named Mia Rutherford,” I tell him. “She has indecent photos online. There may be some videos as well, I’m not sure. Regardless, I need them wiped from the internet.”
The brat needs a spanking. If only she could refrain from pissing someone off long enough to allow them to slip into her bed and discipline her firsthand.
“I might have given you a preview of how hard I can make you come while we were in Creekside, but whatever fantasy you created up here?” He taps the side of my temple with his forefinger. “It doesn’t remotely compare to the real thing.”
“But I need you to understand I love her. I love Mia Rutherford. And you have no control over who I love. Who I marry. Or who I choose to protect with our family name.”
Colt drops his hand. “I’ve lost family, Mia. And so help me, if I ever lose you––if Ash, Blake, or Kate ever loses you––we’ll never forgive ourselves. And I’ll never forgive you for being too stubborn to ask for our help when you needed it most.”