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CHAPTER TWO
TWOTHINGSHADbecome clear to Dante as he’d stared down into Min’s green eyes.
The first was that if Minerva and Isabella were in real danger then he would have to protect them. There was no choice.
He could not uncover her lies, because no matter how convoluted it might be, his protection was perhaps the only thing standing between her and this man she claimed wanted to do her harm. Dante was not so foolish as to think he could simply involve law enforcement and make an issue like a man connected to a crime family go away.
But he had resources. Men at his disposal. And more important, he had money. If her plan didn’t work, he had other methods of being able to protect them.
And then, there was the second thing that occurred to him. Which was that if he wanted a stake in Robert King’s company, then marrying his daughter, and being the father of his granddaughter, was likely the best way to accomplish that.
Dante had always known he would marry. It was a given. He had no plans to love his wife, as indeed he had no plans to love, much less the ability. But he had always thought that he might want a son. Someone to carry on what he had started.
He was a man from nothing. Nothing had been given to him. And he had much that he could pass on to an heir.
So yes, he had often thought that he would marry. Why not Minerva? Why not when it would benefit them so?
No, he would never be attracted to the skinny, dull little hen, but it didn’t matter. They already had a child between them, as far as the world was concerned. And genetics meant nothing to Dante. The man who had fathered him had gone off God knows where and hadn’t given a damn about him. While his mother...
She had cared the best she could. But she had been an old, tired whore—in a literal sense, not a euphemistic or insulting one—and in the end, the comfort of drugs was much more enticing than the grind of impoverished motherhood.
She had given up taking care of Dante when he was about eight years old. And she had given up living when he was ten.
He had been on his own ever since.
And while he was not sentimental, not really, on that score, he felt some measure of passion over the idea of protecting Isabella.
He did not need to become emotionally entangled in order to do this. It required legal paperwork and public trappings, and it was all the sort of thing he could engineer easily without needing to change diapers or rock her to sleep in private.
He also felt some grudging admiration for Minerva.
Minerva was protecting her child. She had come up with the solution that had seemed best to her in a moment of panic.
And he had the means to protect a child. He would not leave Isabella exposed. Not as he had been.
After all, he had been dependent upon the good graces of a man who had not been his father. Robert King was, in many ways, the closest thing he had to a father.
No, genetics were not required to make a family. Genetics, however, had been required for him to gain access to Robert King’s company. And now...well. Now he’d have a link there, as well.
“Marriage?” She recoiled. “You have to be kidding me.”
“I’m not.”
Where did she get off looking horrified by the prospect of marrying him? He was the one who would be saddled to this plain little creature from now until eternity. He was the one who ought to be concerned.
“Yes, Min, marriage.”
“You’re old,” she said.
He barked a laugh. “And you’re a child. But you wanted my protection, and I am willing to give it. But you have to give me something in return.”
“Marriage.”
“Yes.”
“What are your motives? Because I know it isn’t to gain access to my bed.”
“Indeed it is not. But what I would like is for your father to consider merging his company and mine, and barring a family connection, he is not interested.” Her green eyes were jewel-bright and full of rage.
