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“I’m calling the police.”

“And telling them what?” I wiped the blade off on the edge of his shirt and tucked it into its holder. “That you came into my house high off your ass and sexually harassed my staff?”

“I’m losing blood,” he whimpered, stomping out of the kitchen as loud as humanly possible, hugging his wrist to the Gucci emblem on his chest. “Dad! Daddy!”

Finally, I spared a glance at Farrow.

She’d kept quiet the entire time, assessing me in that way of hers that made me worry that she could untangle all my secrets from my façades.

I yawned. “What?”

“You’ve lost control.”

“I’m in perfect control,” I countered. “It’s Brett Junior over here who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“I’m not yours.” Her baby blues blazed with fury. “Why would you say that to Brett?”

“You will be.”

The truth slipped out without warning or consent from my brain.

“I won’t.”

“You will.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I always get what I want.” I darted my tongue out, swiping it over my lower lip. “And I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.”

If I thought she’d be done for at my unusual confession, I had another thing coming. She wasn’t one of the fangirls.

In fact, my answer seemed to piss her off even more.

She snatched a washcloth that hung over the faucet, cleaning Brett’s blood from the floor. “Was it really worth it?”

I didn’t want her touching anything that came from him, but I stopped myself from yanking the rag out of her fist. I needed to rein in this obsession before it spiraled out of control.

“Now you’ll get into trouble, and for what?” She sprayed an organic cleaning solution on the tile. “My ass has been pinched before. Italways ends the same. With a shiner for the guy who did it and swollen knuckles for me.”

The mere thought of men thinking they could touch this woman without consent made me want to do heinous things. I needed names, addresses, and schedules. And knives.

Plenty of fucking knives.

“I won’t get in trouble.”

From the drawing room, Senior lost his shit at volcanic decibels. “How could you be so stupid?”

I jerked a thumb back in their direction as Jasper and Senior reprimanded Junior, proving my point.

“I’ll add a few million to sweeten the deal when I buy the company.” A grim, lopsided smile slashed my face. “That’s always been the plan. I lowballed them hard.”

“You treated me as an object. As a possession.” She paused to stab me with her glare. “I may work for you, but that’s where it ends.”

“Au contraire. It’s only the beginning. I have so many other plans for you.”

Her eyes tightened at the corners. “Zachary.”

“Farrow.”

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