Payton POV I walked towards the door at the end of the hall just as Matthew had instructed. I was still upset about the whole ordeal, but Matthew's appellation had calmed me down enough to think clearly. If there was more to the story then Ashton was telling me, I was going to find out soon enough. Just as I raised a fist to knock, shattering glass crashed from behind the door. Huffing I rapped my bruised knuckles on the wooden surface making the person throwing a temper tantrum inside the room stop in his tracks. "Go away" he snapped worming a smug smile onto my face. I batted my eyes and peered around the corner of the door innocently, looking around the room for Ashtons latest victim. "Jeesh what did the lamp do to you?" I snickered. "Payton. Not. Now" Ashton glared at me, clearly annoyed at my unwelcome intrusion. I hesitated for a minute, deciding whether I should talk to him about this later when he's cooled off a bit or just spit it out now and face his wrath. Deciding

Ashtons POVI stormed out of the room angrily, leaving Payton to her own devices. I shouldn't worry about some ungrateful princess but the position she put myself and my men in is not a good one. We need her to be complacent and on our side more then ever now."Matthew!" I yelled out wondering where that idiot went and hid. "Yea boss?" His familiar voice called out from the kitchen, He was probably stashing away his coco puffs from Payton."Pour me a damn drink" "You got it boss" he smirked at me before sliding the bottle of cognac over to me. After a moment of silence Matthew glanced over at me "Soo.. how'd it go?""Matthew if you ever do something like that again, i"ll hang you" i muttered darkly before taking a long swig and reiterating the eye opening conversation i had with Payton moments ago............................."Honestly dude, it sounds like you're actually starting to care for the girl" Matthew teased, he's been my best friend since we were children, he knew all a

(Ashtons pov)I stumbled into the apartment the next morning still buzzing from my nightly high.After the shit Payton tried pulling, I needed to get away for the night and find some other escapade to keep me company.Since the private elevator was designed to pull up right into my apartment, I waited for a second after the metal doors slid shut behind me, then trailed upstairs to my bedroom. Slamming the bedroom door open, my eyes widened in surprise at Payton's lilt body snuggled under the comforter. She looked natural just laying there, the soft plains of her face relaxed as she slept. Payton stirred a little and stretched before rolling over and kicking off the covers to reveal the t shirt I had given her ridden up almost revealing her ass.This girl was seriously testing my will power.Groaning with frustration, I turned into the closet finding a change of clothes."oh, good your awake, hurry up and get ready we are going to get your things" I snapped at her when I retreated fro

(Ashtons pov)After finding the pictures hidden in the drawer, and finding nothing in the dresser or en suite I scavenged the closet. So far, I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary apart from a few questionably funky dress shirts some worn loafers and a pair of edible underwear pushed to the back of the drawers.I moved around and investigated a few boxes on the top shelf of the closet and checked all the jacket pockets and soles of his shoes but nothing i found was of was of any use to us.We were so close! Were would James hide something he didn't want to be found?Frustrated i sat down at the edge of the bed, my mind wandering to the photo of James and Aiden's mom. They looked like long lost friends or lovers.Did they date previously or was there something more between the two of them? Rubbing my eyes in frustration I let out huff, letting my eyes wander my gaze settled at the custom Harley David mirror hanging across the room from me. The sun shone off of it but didn't

(Paytons POV)I drove 80 kilometres over the legal speed limit in a rush to get Ashton back to the apartment so he could get stitched up. My mind was a cluster of thoughts, I was angry and hopeful all at once. I couldn't seem to find the words to say after Ashton had shared his suspicions with me, not entirely sure if I wanted to meet someone who could potentially be my blood relative, after all where were they after my father had been killed?I pulled off the freeway and neared the heart of downtown, feeling the familiar shake of anxiety rattle my nerves. With every passing minute we were coming up closer and closer to the apartment, I glanced over at Ashton who was too half out of it to notice the blood starting to stain his Italian leather seats.I peeled towards the elevator door once we had entered the parkade, not caring about the shoddy parking job. I hopped out of the drivers seat and ran to the passenger side, helping Ashton out of the car as he kept pressure on his wound. S