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We almost lost her.
We almost lost her, and I haven’t even had her yet.
The second she left my office this afternoon, I knew I had crossed a line. I shouldn’t have put my hands on her like that. Even though I wanted to do a hell of a lot more.
I wanted to pin her up against that wall and fuck every single ounce of attitude out of her. I wanted to feel her pussy squeeze the life out of my cock as I came inside her.
I wanted more.
But I can’t. I know as soon as I step over that line with Harper, there will be no going back, and I don’t do relationships. All I need is a good fuck; one where I don’t have to worry about her feelings, remember her damn birthday, or try to explain the ins and outs of syndicate business. Harper would be the exact fucking opposite. I don’t need that in my life. I have an empire to run. Things to accomplish.
Yet, when I saw her in the street with that fuckers hand wrapped around her arm, I saw red, and everything else went out the window.
I didn’t care about tonight’s shipment, I didn’t care about disappointing my parents, and I definitely did not care whether or not she was relationship material. I just wanted to save her.
Then, I wanted to watch him suffer while I broke every bone in his body. The fucker was lucky it was the middle of the day, and we only had time to shoot him. I would have tortured him until he begged for death if I’d had it my way.
As Finn and I drove back to our apartment, I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do with Harper when we got back. Kiss her with everything I had or scream at her. The first option was almost the one I chose. Then I remembered all of the reasons why that was a bad idea. Still, I can feel my self-control slipping every single time I look at her.
So, If I can’t stop myself, I have to make her hate me. And I’m well on my fucking way too.
* * *
It’s been three hours since I stormed out of the den like a child. I only left my room to go to my office to take care of some last-minute details before I meet my team for our delivery at the docks. This has to go perfectly. I can’t have people thinking they can fuck with our product. We buy and sell just about every illegal thing you can think of. Everything except people. I mean, we’re bad men, but we aren’t fucking evil.
Just as I’m about to throw my coat on and head down to the docks for our delivery, Mac opens my door and sits in a chair in front of my desk.
“By all means… come in.”
“I just wanted to see if you needed me tonight. I can come with you and Finn.”
“No.” I raise a hand at him, “I need you to stay here with Harper. After the shit she pulled this morning, I don’t trust her here alone.” Mac lets out a heavy sigh, and I know he’s about to lay into me. “Spit it out.”
“You need to ease up on her, man. Her world has been flipped upside down in the last two days, and she’s just trying to make sense of it all. She knows she fucked up. Just drop it.”
He’s so irritating sometimes. Him and his bleeding fucking heart.
“I’m not going to go easy on her Mac. She needs to understand what kind of world she’s living in,” I explain, growing more and more irritated.
Standing from my chair, I lean forward and let my palms rest on the top of the desk. “And you, brother, need to stop acting like you’re some knight in fucking armor.”
Knowing I won’t back down from this argument, Mac stands and takes that as his cue to leave. “Call me if you guys need anything,” he murmurs on his way out, not bothering to give me another glance.
I just need tonight to be over with. Once this shipment is in my hands, I can focus on more important matters, like why my dad is suddenly so interested in the curvy brunette in the other room.
14
Harper
It’s late, and I’m ready for a hot shower and bed after today. Ronan and Finn left about an hour ago to do what I can only imagine is some super shady shit.
After I got my ass chewed like a child, it was actually kind of a nice night. Finn whipped up a delicious spaghetti dinner, and after we were finished eating, the three sat in the living room watching The Office reruns.
Every so often, I caught Mac staring at me across the room with those stormy gray eyes. His soft stare makes me melt on the spot.
Finn, on the other hand, was far less subtle. It was blatantly obvious he was keeping his eyes on me, but with an entirely different look on his face, like he was afraid I would disappear into thin air if he looked away.
I liked it. It made me feel… wanted.
