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Goddamn, but I dodged a fucking bullet.
My brothers both give us a knowing smirk as we appear in the living room. Tatum and Samson are standing beside one another. Tatum looks scared shitless, as he should, and my father has his narrowed gaze on Samson, unwavering.
“Well, now that we’re all here,” my father grinds out.
He’s in complete and total director mode, which would make me laugh, except he’s good and truly pissed. I probably shouldn’t have taken Allison in the back bedroom and fucked her with my dad here, but I had to make a point and a statement. Not for my dad, but for Samson and Harlow.
Flicking my gaze to the side, I find Harlow on her knees with the rest of the women. There are five in total. Four young women share equally traumatized and terrified expressions and then Harlow, who is clearly thinking she’s in the clear because of who she is.
She obviously doesn’t know dick about me. I may have fucked her sister. I may have known that someone was taking her sister somewhere, which I neither remember nor was privy to.
“Now, where the hell do we start?” my father asks. But he doesn’t give anyone a chance to answer before he continues. “I have an executive who betrayed me. My son’s fiancée, who also betrayed me. Then I have these women here, a teenage boy, and four pencil-dicked assholes.”
“It’s not what you think,” Samson whimpers.
He sounds like a fucking asshole. Which, to be fair, he is.
“Then what is it?” my father asks.
But I can’t keep my mouth shut. I’m high on bringing my woman home and getting laid. “To me, it looks like not only have you been taking a cut from your loan collections but that you’re also trading skin here, something that the director has been very clear is a big fucking no.”
My father turns his head slightly. He smirks as he arches a brow. I half expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead, he shifts his attention back to Samson. There is a moment of silence, and then my father leans forward slightly.
“Hendrick was correct in his statements, so I would like a goddamn response from someone who is supposed to be an executive to the family.”
Samson flicks his gaze to his son, then back to my father. “Please don’t kill me in front of my boy,” he whispers.
My father shakes his head once. “You brought him to this house to sell women. You kidnapped a woman who is pregnant with my son’s child to do whatever the fuck you planned on doing to her. So I hear your request, but you aren’t in a position to make any requests at this time.”
Fuck me, but I hope that one day I am as badass as my father. He is cool, calm, collected, just like he’s taught us to be, but as we have to sometimes rein our shit in, he doesn’t. He is reined in at all times. A fucking master of the art, truly. At least from what I can tell.
Samson shifts his gaze to me again, then back to my father. I’m not sure why he keeps looking at me, but if he thinks I’m going to help him with anything at all, I have nothing to say except to ask my father how to dispose of the body.
“You better keep your eyes on me, Samson, and tell me what the fuck.”
Samson presses his lips together in a frown, then lets out a grunt. “Fine,” he snaps. “This was a gold mine. I knew what was going on here because I was a regular after everything came out with Hendrick doing this shit months ago. I found an opportunity, and I thought I could bring this to you once I established it a bit better.”
“Who are the funders?” Dad asks.
Samson looks down at his shoes, and Dad makes a tsking noise before he speaks again, this time obviously growing more and more impatient with Samson.
“Neither your shoes, my sons, nor your son will give you the answers you desire, Samson. Only you can fucking answer me, and I am sick of this shit, so you better start talking.”
My father’s voice is still smooth and even, a tone I don’t think I could hold right now, or maybe ever. I aspire to be as fucking unbothered as he is.
“It doesn’t matter who they are. This is going to be a great opportunity, and you don’t have to run it. I will.”
Samson is goddamn comical.
“I’m sure you would, but I don’t deal in skin. The family does not deal in skin, and even if we did, it would not be kidnapped skin being held against their will. So, you’re going to start talking because I’ve about had enough of all this shit.”
Samson won’t talk. He presses his lips together and lifts his chin. “It doesn’t matter who they are.”
“It does. Your life depends on it,” Coleman clips. He’s obviously annoyed as fuck, too.
I almost ask how Harlow got involved, but I can pretty much guess that shit. And judging by the way she’s giving me big sad puppy-dog eyes, she thinks she’s going to sweet-talk her way out of this shit, but she was conniving and manipulative. Even if I weren’t in love with Allison, I would never marry her.
Not in a million fucking years.
