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“I won’t be dining at home.”
“Oh?”
I don’t fall for her prompt to keep me talking, and just like that, her gleeful expression disappears.
That’s right, baby. You’ve got to work for it.
She clears her throat. “Where will you be dining?”
“It’s a bit out of your scope of skills.”
“I’m just asking if you’ll need me in a business meeting or something.”
“It’s a charity event.”
“So you need an assistant.”
“Not really, but you’re welcome to pass me condoms or join the orgies that I plan to take part in tonight.”
Her lips press in a line before she steps out and slams the door.
Good. Now, she feels a sliver of the fucking frustration she’s been shoving down my throat with a spoon.
* * *
Later that evening,I dress in a tux, ignore her glares over the kitchen counter, and let Jayden hug me goodbye, then head to the charity ball.
Calling it that is a bit of a stretch, considering this is the rich’s way to write off taxes.
King and Nate included.
They’re both here. Nate is accompanied by his young wife who’s pretty much half his age, but looks at him as if he’s her knight in a shining Mercedes.
King is solo because hoes aren’t for the public, and he’s actively glaring at Nate whenever he touches his daughter or makes her laugh. If a crime happens, I swear to fuck there will be no dragging me in as a witness into this mess.
Knox joins me with a gorgeous blonde on his arm.
Jeez, did I think of blonde and gorgeous in the same sentence?
Get a grip, Sterling.
Anastasia doesn’t look the part of a mafia princess. She’s soft, demure, and extremely in love with my sod of a friend who, until a few months ago, thought he didn’t have a soul.
Like me.
Turns out, I’m the only one on that merry-go-round. Aside from King, maybe.
Scratch that. King doesn’t have a heart, a soul, and a whole lot of things I pride myself in owning.
Anastasia’s continent-sized engagement ring was probably made by the blood of a mafia’s enemies.
Not a good thought to have when I’m kissing the back of her hand. “Looking good, Ana.”
Knox kicks my shin. “Hands off my fiancée.”
“Whom you got because of me.” I kick him back when no one is looking.
He stares at me as if I’m a pope who cursed. “How exactly did you contribute? Was that before or after you almost ruined everything?”
