Free Finding The Limits (The Limitless Trilogy Book 1) by Harper Cole Page B

face, and he roared at his son. "Andrew! You have no respect, no sense of honor, no sense of duty - nothing! How do you expect to come into your inheritance if you continue to willfully ignore your responsibilities to the family?"
    "Fuck the inheritance," Andrew muttered, and laid a roundhouse blow squarely on the side of his father's head.
     
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    "Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!" I was jabbering and Andrew hauled me out of the house and down the stone stairs, onto the gravel drive. "You just gonna leave him there? He was out cold!"
    "He has staff. They'll attend to him. Come on; I am sorry for the haste but we have to get away." Andrew's arm was hard around my shoulders as we hurried down the driveway.
    "Where are we going?"
    "I'm parked a little way away. But - ah shit, I thought as much."
    The ornate metal gates across the end of the driveway were closed. There was a complicated security system, and a very high wall. My panic was rising again, fuelled by Andrew's haste to get away.
    Before I could ask him what we were going to do, he was speaking urgently into his cell. "Fire!" he was saying. "I think there's still somebody in the house …" Then he was giving the address and explaining that the gate system had been damaged and was stuck shut.
    "Clever," I said, half to myself, as he pushed his cell back into his pocket. He pulled me to a tree by the gate, and hid us both behind it. I glanced up, but there was no way we could climb it to get over the wall.
    Still, it wasn't long before the sirens sounded in the distance. Andrew hadn't spoken in all that time. He just hung on to me, and stared around as if he expected his father's henchmen to leap out of the bushes.
    The fire appliance drew up outside the gates and one of the fire men spoke into the tannoy; there was confusion and argument.
    "They'll just turn around and go home, won't they?" I hissed to Andrew.
    "They can't. They need to check, and they'll ram their way in if they had to."
    They didn't have to. The gates buzzed and with a clang and a jerk to start off, they slowly slid open. As the fire truck began to ease past us, we took advantage of the screen that it offered, and ran straight out the gates onto the street.
    Andrew's car was not far away, and to my surprise Andrew jumped into the back next to me, saying, "Amjad - drive."
    And we sped off, and as I glanced at the stony-faced figure of Andrew beside me - so like his father - I wondered if this was another bad choice in a sea of nothing but bad choices.
     
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    I wanted to ask where we were going, but there was a forbidding atmosphere hanging around Andrew that made me stay silent. I laughed at myself. I didn't usually pay much attention to "intuition" - it was a bullshit thing, as far as I was concerned, like the dream-catchers my mom hung on the porch and around the house, or the psychics my sister used to go see. But there was a definite wall around Andrew.
    Amjad parked the car and a hush settled over us. I waited.
    Andrew shook his head as if he was waking up, and finally turned to me. He looked shockingly older for a moment, then blinked, and the familiar man returned. "Jasmine. I've brought you to my house. I think we need to talk."
    "Sure do."
    The door opened and Amjad ushered us out. Andrew extended his hand to me, and I took it as I got to my feet on the sidewalk.
    "You would have spat in my face for that, not so long ago," he said.
    I swallowed. "I still kinda want to," I admitted, looking down. "But I'm trying to learn to show you respect." I was also beginning to realize he might be a dangerous man to upset.
    And that made my stomach flutter - in pleasure. Holy fuck, what was I? Not only was I becoming the kind of woman who didn't mind a man telling her what to do, I also liked the fact he was a violent fuck who'd punch his own father in the face?
    Okay, so it was sorta on my behalf. But not entirely. There was a whole lot of historical bad shit going down between those