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Then she opened her legs, a smirk on her face…
It took all my control to shut off the dirty thoughts racing through my mind.
The call of my dick, begging for some action.
The invitation.
To rip those silk pink panties off and drive right into her like a driller boring for oil.
Goddamn the fact that she was Rose’s sister.
Otherwise, she’d be a great fuck. Something to distract my mind while I figured out all this shit I’d gotten into.
But right now, any Petrov female blood was off the table.
When Marisol had replaced my bandages, sniggering at my pen wound, I decided I would do whatever it took to get the nightmare under control and out of my hair. I had enough to worry about, and had zero time for troublemakers.
I'd spent the last several nights deep diving into my father’s work, and had seen more violence in the past days than I had my whole life combined. I had to shut off all feelings just to make it through the long days . But at night, I was barely sleeping as those vicious images processed through my mind.
However, my father’s doors began opening around me as I proved myself to him over and over. He either believed he could trust me, or he was too busy to question it further. He now took me with him every night, introducing me to all his current business partners. I’d quickly taken Bourbon’s old place by his side, and I learned everything possible to gain an advantage over him.
On top of that, I was trying to broker an agreement with Nicholi, who was clearly holding a grudge that we'd killed Dimitri.
He was determined to make his cut of the drugs we sold bigger because of it, but I dug in my heels, demanding the same share we'd agreed to in the past.
I also couldn’t get my mind off the blood my father drew from Bourbon. For once, I needed to be a step ahead of my father, and I now had a plan to learn the truth.
I just needed Aster to behave first before I could put it into action.
“Are you listening?" My father's angry voice snapped me back to the present and I nodded.
“Of course." I had an innate ability to hear almost everything around me, even when I wasn't completely focused on it. “Nicholi keeps insisting that we give him a higher price for the ozone, but I'm grinding him down. I'm using Dante's connections in Italy to dig up a weakness on him."
"Good.” He nodded, not looking at me but staring out the window, watching the groups of people walking up and down the strip. It was nine o’clock, the beginning of Las Vegas nights. Crowds of happy people looking for a good time, while my father always seemed to be on the lookout for his next victim. “What about Posh?”
Posh was a new club we were opening. While we’d been gone, my father had bought one of the more popular clubs, completely gutted it, and was planning on a huge opening. It was my responsibility to plan the party.
“Fine,” I waved his concern away, “I need to know about my uncle.”
My father finally turned towards me, his eyes narrowed. "You don't need anything from me about Uncle Daimon. You should be the one giving me information. Have you gotten anything from him?”
My Uncle Daimon was the other man my father was keeping captive in the house, and that deeply disturbed me.
He’d been my father's consigliere for years and was a constant presence in my life. Dinners, vacations around the world, and late nights at the house with the family. He’d been even more present than my own father, and kinder too.
He mostly kept to himself, took his job seriously, and was never a problem. Unlike my other Uncle Crey, who was always blowing up relationships and causing chaos everywhere he went.
I clenched my jaw, not wanting to admit the truth. "It would help me if you told me how he fell out of favor with you."
Neither man was talking, and it was making extracting any information from Uncle Daimon extremely difficult. After greeting me with a hug and asking if Bourbon was still alive, my uncle hadn't said a single word more.
“You don't need to know that to get information from him," my father scoffed, tipping the rest of his glass of gin into his mouth, then slamming the empty glass down as the car came to a stop in front of the main club he owned, also where he conducted his shadier business.
"You coming tonight?” Brett opened his door and my father moved to climb out. “Romero is bringing a sample of his women to taste."
I pressed my lips in a firm line, trying to hold back my revulsion, but I couldn't suppress the shiver of disgust that crawled up my spine at the thought of being in the same room as my father, watching his orgy.
No fucking way in hell.
