“In the know. If you’re so up to speed on what’s happening in Helix Enterprises, then you must be aware of the illegal shipments and deals your father has been making lately.”
Her green eyes narrow on me. “Fuck off. Helix Enterprises does everything by the book. Why the hell do you think we stopped doing business with Councilman Rogers after your latest video?”
I skip past her question and sit next to her on the bed. She stiffens and scoots away, but not before I get a whiff of how good she smells, like fresh rain and jasmine. Fuck, I bet she’d taste sweet on my tongue. “How close are you with your father?”
That gets a reaction out of her. She twists toward me. “That’s none of your goddamn business. What are you, my therapist?”
“I’m not your therapist, and I don’t envy Jacy for taking you on as a client.” Her eyes widen in surprise when I drop the name of her therapist, exposing just how far we’ve dug into her life. “I do, however, have a job to do. And that’s cleansing Axton Harbor of filth like your father who has gained power in all the worst sorts of ways.”
She shakes her head, blinking rapidly. “No. You’re wrong.”
“It’s hard to deal with. I get it.” I plant my hands on the bed behind me and lean back. Fallon follows the movement with suspicion in her eyes, and if I’m not mistaken, a hint of appreciation. “My parents were bothterrible people. Their choices got one of them thirty to life, the other in the grave, and me close to a decade in foster care.”
She leans forward, placing her plate back on the nightstand. “That must have been hard on you.”
I’m surprised by her sympathy. “It sucked, but foster care is where I met the people who mean the most to me in this world. My point is, I accept what my parents are and choose to do the opposite. Do you?”
She shakes her head, hiding her face from me with a curtain of her black hair. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well, maybe you just need a reminder. Can you answer some questions for me about the deal Helix Enterprises had with Councilman Rogers?”
She still won’t look at me, but she nods. I knew we could get information from her without having to pull out the big guns.
Just when I think that maybe I’m getting somewhere with her, she twists and launches herself at me, a tight grip on something silver. My quick reflexes and training kick in and I roll, springing to my feet and leaving her sprawled in the spot I’d just been sitting. I stare down at her in disbelief.
“Did you just try to stab me with a fucking fork?” A mix of anger and –shit– desire roll through me. She’d tried to stab me, the little brat.
Next thing I know, my grip is in her hair and I’m yanking her off the bed and shoving her to her knees in front of me. She still has the fork in her hand and she takes another swing at me, but my free hand shoots out to grip her wrist. I don’t hold back, squeezing hard enough that she drops it.
Fallon hisses. “Let go of me, you fucking asshole.”
“Now why would I do that?” She tries to pull away, but my grip on her hair only tightens. “Say you’re sorry.”
“No,” she growls at me, but then her gaze dips and there’s no doubt she’s spotted the clear outline of my cock. I jerk her head up so that she’s looking at me, finding a storm of defiance in her eyes. If I thought my dick was hard before, it’s nothing compared to now.
“Fine by me. I actually prefer you on your knees.” When her eyes stray back to my crotch, I make a show of palming my cock through my black joggers. “Like what you see, Siren?”
Watching her swallow and then scowl up at me has me picturing the things I want to do to her. My skin is on fire, balls tingling at the images flashing through my mind.
“Not interested.”
Beautiful little liar.
The door opens, and Fallon sucks in a breath. Declan strolls into the room, not bothering to close the door behind him. He’s got his mask on, and like me, his black hoodie to hide his tattoos.
“Don’t stop on account of me.” He leans back against the opposite wall. “Just wanted to see if she lies as prettily in person as she does on camera.”
“I’m not lying!” Fallon shrieks. “I don’t know where you got your intel about Helix Enterprises being involved in anything illegal, but it’s wrong.”
“Cerberus is never wrong,” I tell her. “Now, say you’re sorry for trying to stab me, and I’ll let you go.”
Her eyes dart from me to Declan to the open door. “Fine.” She swallows, forcing the words out. “I’m sorry…”
I sigh and release her because I’m a man of my word, but I already know where this is headed next.
“That your dick is so tiny!” she shouts, already bounding for the open door.
Typical. And totally fucking false and she knows it.
