“We’ve also acquired Aiello’s territories in Miami.”
No cocky smirk. All business. “Your daughter will be financially taken care of. She’ll bear my heirs. There will be no divorce.”
His glare hardens. “I told you to let her go.”
Maybe he’ll finally realize I will never let her go.
“She’ll become my wife; in exchange, you gain control of Newark and two of the new lucrative territories. Your pick.”
“She doesn’t want to get married. To anyone,” he adds.
I shrug. “I don’t care. Let her know she’s expected to get pregnant within the first year of marriage.”
Now a smile curls my lips. “I want her living under my roof on Monday.”
I stand to my feet and stretch out my hand.
Tizáno runs a hand through his graying hair, mutters a curse, but finally takes my hand. “She’ll never agree to it.”
“Think of how much more wealth you’ll have with those territories in your possession. I’m sure you’ll persuade her.” I grin.
“Ask her to come to your office,” I push.
Tizáno blows out a breath and nods to one of his guards. I puff my cigar and stroll around the office as I wait for her to appear.
“Yes, Dad?” I hear as she enters the office.
I glance at her.
Her eyes darken. “What’s he doing here?”
I amble closer. “I came here to make a deal.”
“Serenity, we need to talk,” Tizáno says.
“Dad, tell me we aren’t going into business with the Pituccos?” she says it like we’re filth.
I stare down at her. “That motherfucker touches you like you belong to him again, I will break his fucking fingers.”
“I’ve moved on, Nico. Hence, I’ve been away for five years.”
I flash a devilish smirk. “Well, doll… now you’re back.” I dip my head so only she hears me. “And you’re mine again. See you Monday, wifey.”
Stepping back, I take in the shock on her face.
She marches to her father’s desk as I head for the door.
“Dad, what is he talking about?”
As I move toward the ballroom, I hear, “What? Hell no. I will not marry him.”
She was mine from the first time I laid eyes on her. She thought I’d ever let her go. Boy, was she wrong. I plan to make her life a living hell. For multiple reasons. One being running away for five fucking years.
Sweet, cold-hearted Serenity, you’re mine now.
Chapter Eight
SERENITY
