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“What if I take his place?”
I cast a doubtful look over my shoulder but there she goes again shining with all the damn hope in the world.
Kincaid lunges to his feet. “Bella, no! You don’t know what you are saying. He’ll kill you. He doesn’t have a heart. No!”
Raven steps in and shoves the traitor to his knees.
“You would pay your father’s debt even though it means you would belong to me?”
She slowly nods her head. “I’ll stay with you until the day I die if you only let him go. My father is all the family I have left in my life. Let him live and I’ll pay his debt. Let me be worth something.”
I don’t know if it’s the tears in her eyes, the pleading in her voice or the love she has for this man that has me actually considering her offer.
What the fuck did that mean? Worth something? Those words drive a damn blade into my heart. Who the hell hurt this beauty so deeply she considers herself worthless. She has no idea the cost of possessing her body and soul is worth more to me than the soul of her father.
Her mouth falls open, and that tongue comes back out to skim across her bottom lip again. I know she doesn’t mean for it to look sexy as fuck, but my dick isn’t tuned into reality.
“Is it a deal?”
Mesmerized, I turn fully around and haul her against me until there’s no space between us. I drive my fingers into her red hair. It tumbles around her shoulders and down her slender back. The lushness of her soft body against my harder one has my cock stirring. She gasps and I take full advantage of her shock like the bastard that I am. I don’t ask or say please. It’s not who I am and never will be.
I crash my lips over hers, stealing a taste of her innocence. Just one, though I want to feast like a man starved to experience such beauty. I lighten my lips and lick the plumpness of her bottom lip with a delicate stroke of my tongue. With a shuttered gasp she opens for me when I nip her lip. She complies and I sweep in for a taste.
My head buzzes from the instant hit of her sweetness. My new drug.
Breathing heavily, I break the kiss to find her eyes closed.
“Bella Kincaid.” I wait for her to look at me. When those pretty greens connect with my gaze, I take another hit to my senses. She holds power. A light. Magic. Fuck. I don’t know.
But I know she’s mine now and I will never let her go.
“I accept your offer.” I cup her cheek and softly caress the pad of my thumb along her cheek. “You’re mine until I say otherwise.”
“No, De La Rosa! You can’t have her!”
I place my rose on her feet and step back. “It’s too late, Kincaid. Your daughter is mine. She’ll call me Daddy from now on.” And never shed another tear. I swear it.
CHAPTER 3
BELLA
Fear stabs into my heart like a hot iron. What have I done? I keep my body pressed to the opposite side of the car as Chicago fades into the distance and the streetlights become far and few between. Nighttime took over long before I opened my mouth and uttered the worst idea I've ever come up with. Me take the place of my father? What was I thinking? I wasn’t. I just acted and yet again my impulsiveness has landed me in trouble.
And then he told my father to his face I would call him Daddy from now on. He’s old enough to be my daddy, for sure. An unfamiliar jolt of… I don’t really know what makes my palms sweaty and my heart rate soar. I wet my lips and try to take control of my heart before I pass out.
Daddy. I try the word out mentally. It flows through my mind all too easily, if I am being honest with myself.
I slide my gaze across the seat. It’s hard to read all his features in the dark, but I can clearly see the silver running through his midnight black hair. It’s long enough in the front to hang over the side of his forehead after running his fingers through it several times. Of which he has done a lot. Especially since entering the car with me. The scar on his face extends from the corner of his left eye to drape over his cheek. It falls down the side of his neck and disappears into his collar. From there, I do not know how far it goes down his chest or back. What could have left him scarred so badly? A fire, I imagine. But a house fire, a car crash?
Everyone at the fight called him the Beast. It’s no real secret why they call him that. Even now with nearly an hour of silence between us and he still scowls. Perpetually unpleasant is how I would describe him. A powerful forearm settles on a pull-out armrest between us. Flickers of moonlight breaking through the trees reveal hints of ink curling over the thick muscle but it’s otherwise too dark to make out the ink.
What will the Beast do with me? I had a whole new life ahead of me and now I’m this man’s prisoner. My father told me he kept me away from his work for a reason and I insisted he show me. He’s hurt, bleeding and now lost his only child to his former boss.
I’m a horrible daughter.
Did I make a horrible mistake?
Stupid question. Yes. Of course I did.
