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“Of course, I am.” I shove my gun in the back of my pants and pull her against me, “Would my cock be this hard if I wasn’t?”
“Fuck you.” She lands a hard shove to my chest. Pushing inches away from the injury I’m trying to mask from her.
Squeezing her wrist in my hand, I square off for battle, “Don’t think for one minute that ring on your finger means I’m dealing with whatever PMS bullshit you're throwing at me.”
“Get your dirty hands off of me.” She yanks her arm back, but I don’t let go, “You may own my company, but you don’t own me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Princess. I own this city. I own Hawk Transportation and I own you.” Clearly, she knows the truth. There’s no reason to hide it anymore. I drop her wrist but continue to crowd her. “Daddy gave me both after stealing a half million dollars of cocaine from me.”
This blow of truth knocks her off her game. Her face drops to the floor, dragging the devilish flare in her eyes away from me. “What?”
Pinching her jaw between my fingers, I drag her face upward and force her to look at me. “Did he forget that part when he made me out to be the asshole here?”
“I want an annulment.” Her hand swings between her chest and mine, “This was all a lie. You can keep the fucking company.”
The words on her lips are carving into my heart like a rusty knife but there’s not a chance in hell, I’d let her go. “I’ll keep both.”
“I’m not a piece of property,” Her anger gives way to tears, “Was any of this real?”
“This is as fucking real as it gets.” To prove my point, I’m crushing my lips to hers. My fingers fisting in her hair as I draw her deeper into my mouth. My kiss is demanding. I don’t ask. I take. The gasp at the back of her throat makes me even harder. I’ve never said the words before, I doubt I’ll ever be able to but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. I feel her so deep inside me it hurts and all I can do right now is make her feel just how fucking real this is.
A trail of voices from outside the door breaks my concentration. Before Callie came crashing in here, I was expecting Victor but it’s not his voice, thick with malice that pulls my lips from hers. Raising my gun over her shoulder, I stare down the barrel as Don Marco walks straight into my sights.
“What the fuck?” I push Callie behind me, as we lock in a three-way standoff. “This wasn’t our deal.”
Before Don Marco could interject, Victor pulls the trigger sending a current of red spewing across the white walls of my office. His crumbled body cluttering up the minimalist decor of my reception area. Callie’s scream pierces my eardrum as she buries her head in the back of my neck.
“I thought about sending you his head in a box, but this seemed more fitting.”
“You’re a sick mother fucker,” I bite, “Don’t think this makes us even.”
Victor is the first to lower his gun, “I held up my end, now release my sister.”
Holding my aim steady, I step around Don Marco’s body keeping Callie behind my back until we’ve done a complete three sixty and Victor is now facing the door.
“Callie, go upstairs and wait for me in the apartment.” Her grip around my waist is drawing a fresh ache to the surface. “I won’t be long.”
The murderous side of me is something I intend to keep from her for the foreseeable future. We’re not on solid footing yet and one tremor could rip her away from me permanently. I wait for her to slip out the door before motioning Victor towards my office. “My phone is in there.”
His fingers twitch at his side, “I swear to God, Dominic, if you don’t let her go, I’ll put a bullet in your head too.”
“I have no doubt.” I lower my gun. “You held up your end and I’ll hold up mine.”
I follow behind him into my office. I need a fucking drink to dull the pain that’s rearing its ugly head again. As I circle my desk, I grab a clean glass from the side bar and slide it across to Victor. “Pour.”
Dixon answers on the first ring, “Is it done?”
“It’s done. Release the girl but make sure she knows what’s at stake if she talks to the police and send Manny to my office to clean up these bodies.”
I disconnect the call and place my phone on my desk. Victor pauses with his glass tipped to his lips. Fear flickers in his beady brown eyes. “Bodies?”
Raising my gun to shoulder level, I rack the slide and fire a round into his head. His body jolts backwards and the glass drops to the floor spilling its contents into the carpet. Sharing a drink does not resolve him of my vengeance.
I lift the bottle to my lips and take a long swig. Pushing out of my chair, I rise to my feet. There’s only one thing left on my mind and that’s fucking my wife so hard she’ll never question my feelings for her again. To hell with the pain.
Chapter 25
Callie
