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“My father’s the kind of man who could easily sit next to us, sip a drink, and watch while we each take a bullet he paid to put in us, but it doesn’t stop there. He’d take one himself just to be sure he looks innocent. He’s that devious. It’s a mistake to assume he’s here to do anything but end us, which is exactly why I’ll end him first.”
“End him? What doesthatmean?”
He cuts his stare again, and I grab his arm, pulling him around to me. “Whatdoes that mean, Eric?”
Chapter fifty-five
Harper
“What does that mean?” I repeat, pressing him. “End him? Endyour father?”
Those blue, blue eyes of his, such intelligent eyes, meet mine. “As we said in the Navy: All in, all the time. It’s war. It’s us or them. Me or him. I have to be willing to do whatever it takes to make sure it’s me and us. I’m all in.”
“You’re avoiding a direct answer,” I accuse. “You want to end him how?”
He shackles my arm and pulls me to him. “I want this fucking family out of my life and yours,” he says, his voice low, rough. “And I want it to happen now.”
“I do, too, but the right way.”
“And what exactly is the right way, Harper? Do we let them kill me, but not you, or vice versa?” I shove against him and pull free, pointing at him. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“Just a bastard?”
“What iswrongwith you?” I demand.
“It’s called being born a Kingston.”
The SUV jolts to a sharp halt that shoots me backward. Eric catches me and pulls me to him and our faces end up close, his breath warm on my lips. “I got you, remember?”
“And I have you. That’s why I can’t let you do something you’ll regret.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to end this,” he says softly. “To protect you and if you hate me for it, hate me.”
“It’s almost like that’s what you want. Like you subconsciously don’t know how to be happy.”
The SUV starts moving again and then immediately halts. “Fucktard,” Savage growls. “Red light means stop.”
I push out of Eric’s arms and sit back against the seat, and he does the same. We don’t touch. We don’t talk. A sense of foreboding consuming me. I don’t know why we were even talking in front of Savage anyway, but obviously Eric not only trusts him, he approves of his plan.
There’s a loud honk and Savage growls again. “Shoot that finger, you bastard. We both know that if I get out of this Escalade and Green Beret’d your ass, you’d be sucking your thumb.”
Bastard.
I hate that word and it sits as heavy as a boulder in the air between me and Eric.
We start moving again and after five minutes of awkward silence, we pull to a stop in front of a building. The doors to the SUV open on all sides, as valets attend to our service and the cold air has me hugging myself. The minute I’m out of the vehicle, and under a canopy, standing next to a portable heater, Eric catches my shoulders and walks me to him.
“We fight too much,” he says softly, for my ears only.
I nod. “Yes, but I don’t think we’re done.”
His hand settles on my lower back, fingers intimately splayed, as he leans in close, his lips near my ear. “How about I lick your pussy until you forgive me?”
I gasp softly and just that easily I’m wet and clenching my thighs together, but for a smart man, his plan is not smart at all. I ease back and glare at him. “This, what you’re doing right now, isnotgoingto work. I’m not going to be distracted.”
His lips twitch. “We’ll see.”
It’s right then that the doorman approaches Eric. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
