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CHAPTER SIX
Present
I watched the black bag free-fall through the air, landing with a soft plop in the lake below. All was quiet, minus that one small splash. Occasionally, I heard an owl.
I’d already dropped the Camaro at Porter’s for him to destroy. If Henry weren’t such a fuck up, his body wouldn’t be in different trash bags right now.
Gators and piranhas wouldn’t have a chance to feast upon his flesh. But, no point in pretending I cared about the dead bastard.
I liked to think of myself as a reasonable man. Henry owed a fifty-thousand-dollar debt. I gave him forty-eight hours to come up with my money. He tried to run. Did he think I wouldn’t be watching him? Money was not the issue. It was the principle: the glorified pussies that ran in the same circle as me, knowing not to fuck with me.
It never bothered me that I was a killer. I was born to be who and what I was. I killed for the first time when I was eleven, pulled the fucking trigger without a second of hesitation.
No one told me why the woman’s brains I blew out needed to die, and I didn’t ask. I was a Serban, and there was no room for hesitation or weakness when it came to carrying that name.
One second of uncertainty could land me in a body bag, or at the bottom of a river. Like Henry.
My father had groomed me and my brother, Jax, to be his perfect prodigal sons. He never let too much time go by without telling us how damn proud he was of us. Jackson Serban was a powerful man. He had just as many connections you didn’t want to cross as he did enemies waiting to put a bullet between his eyes, and someone had.
Now, Jax and I were responsible for carrying on the “family business”: upholding the Serban name. It happened much sooner than anticipated but you couldn’t put a time stamp on death. It didn’t sit on its ass and wait for you to decide when you were ready to go.
As I walked back towards the Range Rover waiting for me at the top of the hill, my mind went back to earlier in the night. I was fine outside alone.
All I needed was a minute to get my shit together before I started a blood war with Seth Borgia. Jax had remained inside to schmooze his way around the room.
My brother could charm his way in, and out, of anything or anyone.
Of course, while I knew Willow was going to be present this evening, I didn’t expect to have our little run-in. I remembered the night I drove her home vividly. How could I forget it? Women threw themselves at me left and right. An inebriated seventeen-year-old girl, however, had been a new one.
The only thing that stopped me from spreading her legs and fucking her on the hood of my car that night was my one tiny piece of humanity I’d somehow managed to hold onto.
Seeing her tonight had what was left of that humanity disintegrating.
The little black dress she had on hugged her lithe body like a second skin, clinging to an ample chest and cinched around a perfect plump ass.
She’d always had an exotic look about her. Dark, silky hair, dark eyes, and flawless olive skin.
She was fucking perfection. My cock had instantly reacted when she pressed against me. It wasn’t a gentlemanly thing to do, to stare at a beautiful woman and imagine her bent over with your hand knotted in her hair. But then again. I may have worn suits and ties, but I was far from a fucking gentleman. It was all about appearances. The first rule in being respected is to look respectable. Simple as that.
“Sir,” Ivan greeted me with a curt nod as he pulled open the back door of the Range. I greeted him the same way and climbed inside. It had been a long fucking day.
It was already a quarter past midnight. I needed a shower to get the blood off me, a stiff drink, and a warm mouth.
In that order.
I rested my hand on my chin and watched Rebecca’s head bob up and down on my cock. Her red lips puckered, she placed soft kisses on the tip and made a cooing sound before swallowing me whole. I furrowed my brows. Was that supposed to have been sexy? Was this some new technique?
“What’s wrong?” Rebecca popped my dick out of her mouth and frowned as it wilted beneath her stare.
I scoffed in disgust, staring at the saliva she had yet to wipe from her chin. This was low, even for me. She was far below my standards. I should have called her sister.
“We’re done here. Get up.” I pushed off the pool table, tucked my flaccid dick back in the safety of my slacks and adjusted my cufflinks.
