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Well, then.
When I turn to Dante, he shrugs his shoulders under his suit jacket as if to say he doesn’t have any control over his woman’s mouth.
“I’m not calling this wedding mess off,” I assure them both.
Hell, this might be the only chance I have to marry a woman who isn’t a literal gold-digging whore. After growing up in a world that revolved around fucking, I’m pretty sure I’m incapable of loving anyone. I sure as shit don’t have a heart. In my entire life there’s never been any strings or attachments to women. A warm, sexy body strung up or tied down is all it takes to get me to the next day, week, or recently, five months, however often I need to fuck. Sex has always been a simple transaction. A give and take that’s fair—a few minutes of pleasure for a handful of cash. The kinky shit I require costs more, but it’s usually worth it. Not that I’ve indulged in any of that in months because of one fucking girl…
“Now, are you going to let me meet my bride?” I ask Salvato before he can delay this any longer.
“Ten minutes alone with each of them,” Dante says.
“I don’t need ten minutes with each. You know I’ve already made my decision. Or was the wedding invitation with her name on it unclear?”
“I insist you meet both,” he grits out.
“You still think I’ll change my mind?” I huff in annoyance, which is met with silence. “Fine. I’ll meet the redhead first if it makes you feel better. But our deal is your youngest. You owe me, Salvato. The bride you promised me ran the fuck off, and you’ve been lying to me for fucking months. I was starting to think you no longer needed my considerable connections to make your life easier.”
Owning brothels and women for hire, I have dirt on a lot of powerful, horny men. In exchange for not ruining their lives, they do me favors. Salvato wants those favors as well to help him traffic in his fentanyl.
“Sophie’s too young,” Dante says as he stabs his fingers through the front of his black hair to give it a tug. “Hell, all three of my daughters are too young, but at least Cass is tough enough to call you on your bullshit and kick your ass if you hurt her. Sophie is…shy and softer. Innocent even...”
“That’s exactly why I want her.” I don’t bother denying it. The two of us both know it. There’s something irresistible about being the first to debauch his sweet, inexperienced little girl. Maybe it’s knowing that she’ll never forget being ruined by a ruthless asshole like me.
“Please,” Salvato growls through clenched teeth. It’s a word I doubt the man says often. “Meet Cass. Consider her instead. Or at least give Sophie a few years…”
“I’ll agree to the first concession. The second is a hell no. Now stop delaying and let’s get this over with.”
Sighing again, he leads the way down a hallway, and to his expansive, formal office. “I’ll send Cass in first.”
“In here? No.”
“What?” he snaps at me with a scowl on his face like he’s thinking of drawing the gun from the shoulder holster peeking out from under his suit jacket.
“You think I don’t know there are cameras all over this office?” I ask, spinning in a circle as if I could find them all. “My conversation is between me and the girls only. I’ll talk to them in their bedrooms.”
“Hell, no.”
This son of a bitch…
Taking a deep breath, I button the front of my suit, and go for his jugular. “Are you forgetting that I have you by the balls?”
“I should end you right fucking here and now,” Dante growls.
“We can be allies, Salvato. Give me this. Let me meet my bride and put this shit behind us. You still need my connections to grease palms to keep the fentanyl flowing, right? The sort of blackmail I have on people is invaluable. You only get to use it when we’re family,” I remind him. “And I swear I can keep my dick in my pants for ten minutes. I’m not a fiend.”
“Yes, you are,” he says staring me down, knowing I have him. “But fine. Ten minutes, and I’ll be right outside the door. Don’t make me regret this.”
He finally turns on his heel, stalking past his frowning wife, and leading me up two-flights of stairs.
He opens the first door without knocking, so I walk in and shut it behind me. I’m not at all surprised to be standing in Red’s bedroom first. Although, it looks more like a dojo with a red mat on the floor, a hanging bag, and dumbbell weights strewn over the floor like boobytraps. There’s a jump rope draped over a chair, a few scattered water bottles, and a shit ton of mirrors.
“Get out!” She scrambles up from her chaise lounge like she was caught off guard.
“Nice to meet you too, Red.”
Based on her black yoga pants and white sports bra covering her lean but muscular body, she obviously spends a lot of time doing physical activity. She arches one crimson eyebrow at me when we’re facing each other less than five feet apart. “How original. Who the hell are you?”
“See, I knew you and I would never work out. You’re too…difficult.” I trail my fingers over the top of the messy dresser, picking up a hair tie.
