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Leighton is going to be my playground, and when I finally reach the field, they’ll all wish they had never shattered me that night when they ruined my world.
Be patient, SweetDolcezza.Daddy Zander will buy you a mockingbird, so you no longer need to be one.
13
MERE PAWNS IN HIS REIGN OF POWER
~DOMINO~
“Gemini Ivanka Prescott. What an unexpected surprise! Last I remembered, you despised my son to the core.”
The tension along the dinner table couldn’t be more suffocating. One-half has me at the end of the table, with Iva to my right, sitting next to Zander. Opposite Zander is Ares, and next to him is Warren. He wasn’t supposed to join the theatrics, but security wouldn’t let him roam freely around this grand space for obvious reasons.
“We’ve made amends.”
It’s been two hours since the car ride over here, and Iva is still the perfect seductive puppet in this prime situation. I should be pleased that this has gone well because of whatever shit Warren administered to her.
Yet, I still can’t eliminate that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
It’s knowing something is dreadfully wrong and accepting you have hands in its reign on another. If I hadn’t complained in hopes of getting rid of her, she wouldn’t be acting like afake robot. Adding the rather obvious tension within this ‘group’ we’ve formed, I’m getting annoyed with how uncomfortable I am.
Among royalty, I should feel relaxed and confident as a leader.
As of now, I feel like a fucking coward.
It’s even more nerve-wracking having to face my father after a whole year of barely seeing his existence with my own eyes. He’s still upset that I’m not sweeping in and stealing properties and businesses or collecting overdue fees from the plentiful list of fuckers who owe us our money.
We aren’t a charity.
We’re the Leighton Royal Empire, members of blood who offer their assistance when need be to our people. Whether it is financially or in other elements of targeting and torturing, our services of gratitude come at a price.
One you must learn to pay in full or else your debt will lead to years of agonizing suffering.
That’s the problem.
Despite the rage, the looks, and the flashy ego, I’m still weak.Merciful.He preys on knowing that. Enjoys taunting me with threats when among company. Why else would his butlers, security guards, and second wife be present at the other end of the table?
As if this is some form of entertainment for them.
“He’s become more tolerable, I’ll admit.” Iva is picking at the food that I feel she has no intention of eating. With her fainting episodes, she should have eaten something by now, but after she took that doping shit her father ordered Warren to administer, she’s shown no interest in ingesting anything.
Fuck. If I knew…
“More tolerable, you say?” Father laughs at that before he sighs. “I think you’d need more than just a high pain toleranceto deal with him on the regular,” he offers, giving her his sole attention.
The way he admires how Iva’s dress hugs her perfectly is beginning to piss me off. I’ve noticed his eyes haven’t peeled away from her since the moment she walked into his line of vision.
His second wife—Anna, the mistress—has been scowling all night because of it.
“That’s an intriguing point to bring up, my dear,” Anna begins and smiles sweetly. “How long have you been in Domino’s life, Miss Prescott?”
“I’ve known him since I was adopted,” she announces, like it’s no big deal. She still carries a bit of elegance to her revelation, but I can see how her eyes darken.
As if she wishes to never think about the past in our presence.
“Adopted? I never knew of such.”
Iva has no intention of commenting on that. A perfect opportunity for Father to intervene by saying shit no one expects.
