I just had sex with my fiancé's father. In the garden. Where anyone could have seen.
I should feel guilty. Should feel horrified.
Instead, I just feel alive.
And that's the most terrifying thing of all.
13
AXEL
"We have a problem."
Viktor's standing in my doorway, phone in hand, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.
Goodness, not again.
I don't look up from the shipment manifests spread across my desk. "What kind of problem?"
"The kind where your son just got into a fight at Velvet and the owner's threatening to call the cops."
Of course he did.
I drop my pen. "How bad?"
"Three guys. One's got a broken nose. Leo's got a split lip and an attitude." Viktor grimaces. "Boss, you need to handle this before it becomes a bigger issue."
I grab my jacket. "Let's go."
I’m going to fucking kill him.
Velvet's one of the high-end clubs in our territory, expensive drinks, beautiful people, the kind of place where mafia sons go to pretend they're legitimate businessmen.
The manager meets us at the door. "Mr. Santego. Thank you for coming. Your son is—"
"Where?"
"VIP section. We've contained the situation, but…"
I'm already walking.
Leo's sprawled on a leather couch, ice pack pressed to his jaw, looking smug despite the blood on his shirt. Three of our soldiers are standing guard—probably the only reason the cops aren't here yet.
"Dad!" He grins when he sees me. "Perfect timing. These assholes were talking shit about—"
"Outside. Now."
"But I was just—"
"NOW."
The grin drops. He sighs and follows me out the back exit into the alley.
The second we're alone, I slam him against the wall.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Leo?" I'm in his face, fury barely controlled. "You're starting fights in clubs? Making scenes? Drawing attention?"
"They were disrespecting me—"
