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Chapter Ten
Willow
That dumb, arrogant, American asshole. Good god he knows how to piss me off. I couldn’t help but act the way I did a few minutes ago. If he really wants to play with fire then I’ll let him, and I’ll be a damn brat the entire time too. I don’t get it, why does he even want to get close to me? Is it because I’m sort of forbidden fruit to him? Back in Australia he flirted a tiny bit with me at best, and now that we’re both in London, it’s like someone’s lit a fire under his ass.
I just fucking wish he had a fire lit under his ass back then. He’s the kind of man I’d love to date, the type that is cocky and arrogant but also caring. I haven’t dated anyone in years…not since my ex was killed. The thought hurt too much, and now here I am, wanting something with a man who I’m not supposed to be with. He’s not the good Romanian man that my father wants for me, that is somehow supposed to help me become this Mafia princess or what have it.
The only thing I want is to be back in Australia, baking up delicious desserts for the people of Melbourne.
Duncan may think that he’ll come out on top, but he won’t. After all, I’m a bitch who loves to ride. If anything, I’ll be on top of him, and I’ll damn well show him that. I place my hands below me and sit up on the top of my bed, wondering why the heck I’m so attracted to Duncan in the first place. He was hot when I knew him as the techy guy, and now he’s just smoldering as my protective detail. Even though I hate being babysat by him, I can’t help but need to cross my legs just to take away the ache.
My phone starts to ring on my bedside table, and I get up and grab it, smiling when I see my friend, Emilie’s name pop up. “Hey!”
“Hey there girl. I thought you were abducted or something the way you fell off the face of the Earth. No one’s heard from you in days, and we were starting to get a little worried.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely fine. I uh, took a vacation to England,” I stammer out, realizing that there’s no way in hell I can explain what actually happened to me. My friends in Australia know nothing about my father, or his ties to the Clans.
Emilie makes a shocked gasp into the receiver, “If I’m remembering correctly, didn’t you tell me that we’d have to drag you back to England to ever get you back on that muddy soil?” Emilie tries to fake a British accent, but our accents are so much different than the Aussies. She’s repeated me word for word, and she’s not wrong.
“I had a change of heart,” I mutter out. Emilie makes a questionable sound, almost like she’s trying to call my bullshit. Trying to not have her ask too many questions, I think of the one thing that will make her shut up and not ask anymore. “My father is dying, Em. It could be any day. I don’t know. We don’t know. It’s really…touch and go.”
“Oh my word. I’m so sorry, Will. Can I do anything for you? I know that your relationship with him isn’t the greatest. Oh god, what can I do?”
“Can you go by Delish and make sure everything is okay, check in on my baby until I get back?” I ask lowly, a gut-wrenching feeling hitting me heavy in my stomach. I miss home, and even though I grew up here in England, I don’t look at it like home. That may sound sad, but having so many negative experiences here didn’t help. It never did.
“Of course I can. You just le-” Suddenly my cell phone is being ripped from my hand, and the next thing I know Duncan has his hand wrapped around it and throws it against the wood floors. I hear the glass crack into a million pieces. Meanwhile, I begin to boil with rage.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I scream, throwing up my hands in the air with all of my might.
“I could ask you the same thing. Do you realize phones are a fucking pinging beacon!? I didn’t even know you still had it. If I did I would’ve done that a long time ago.”
“You’re buying me a new one, asshole,” I hiss out, staring at my broken phone on the floor.
“Willow, you need to understand that your old life is over. You don’t have your bakery anymore. You have this life, filled with the good and the bad. You need to prepare yourself for that now and stop believing you’re going back to Australia.” The way it comes out of his mouth is so callous and cold, which makes me wonder if I even really know anything about the man who stands before me. I’m sure that mostly everything he told me was nothing but a completely fabricated lie.
“You’re buying me a new phone, Asshole!” I repeat myself, glaring at him. All of my emotions come barreling through me. The only things I feel are hurt mixed with anguish and loss. I’ve felt loss before, but never anything quite like this.
Duncan throws himself on top of me so that my back is pressed against my mattress, and his entire body weight is weighing me down. I feel how hard he is against me, and it takes everything in me not to wiggle my hips and egg him on.
I shouldn’t want this.
I shouldn’t want him.
Not because he’s American, but because of all the betrayal. It’s the only thing I’m confident in when it comes to Duncan. I can’t trust him.
