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“So the redhead is close to you?”
“Aspenis the fucking name. And she is the mother of my daughter.”
“Is that what you feed your brain to sleep better at night?”
“No, Nic. You’re not using a reversal tactic and switching the subject to focus on me. It’s about you, so why don’t you tell me what the fuck your game is this time?”
“Not a game. It’s…an observation. My old man used to say that there are two types of monsters. Those who roam free, like you and me, only hold the sky as the limit and even consider conquering it. The other type are those like Bruno, who’ve been locked away most of their lives. Their goal is neither the world nor the sky. They have one purpose—destroying the person who shoved them into that cell.”
“In that case, he should take it up with the warden.”
He smiles with a coldness that freezes the air. “Do you know the number of guards Bruno has killed or caused their death?”
“No, but I’m sure you’ll enlighten me.”
“Twenty-five. A life for each year he’s spent behind bars. And every time, one of his underlings or prison buddies took the fall for it. So even if you or anyone else sends someone to get rid of him while behind bars, it won’t fly. He has a lawless kingdom there that no one is allowed inside of, least of all, your beloved law.”
“So you’re telling me we should brace ourselves and wait?”
“You have no choice but to wait. The bracing yourselves part is redundant.”
I finally reach for the drink and take a long chug, but not even the burn is able to chase away the number of scenarios invading my head.
Nicolo talks business and I’m only half listening to him. The number of his men I saved from jail is becoming countless and while I consider myself the best criminal defense attorney around, this is turning into overwork. His goons are like untrained dogs. Or maybe they’re well-trained by Nicolo to be on a constant mission to throw their weight around—and therefore, showcase his power.
He always liked to scare people by his ruthless reputation alone, so they didn’t dare to go against him. A tactic that both of us have been using since our childhood.
I never attempted to soften my image or cater to the public’s fragile mentalities and emotional hearts. When they fear me, they stay away. When they fear me, they don’t have the audacity to look at my throne or touch my power.
Mateo joins us soon after and so do some escorts that are courtesy of the club.
Their attempts to get my attention match the desperation of a dying fish. One of them is chattering about the history of Macallan like she’s an automated robot, and I tell her to drink until she no longer pollutes the air with her voice.
I fail to wrap my mind around the fact that I used to fuck her type not too long ago. Granted, I didn’t pick them for their communication skills or lack of character.
I picked them because they weren’t a fucking headache.
Unlike a certain witch that the mere thought of turns me hard with an urgent need to fuck. Her, specifically.
It’s been a week since the day she refused to be mine, both in the middle of fucking and outside of it.
The fact that I spanked her ass to the point that she couldn’t sit properly for days held no importance. At least, not enough to make her change her mind.
Ever since then, however, she’s been coming to my house daily. Or I’ve been dragging her with me. Semantics.
Due to her witch blood and alleged relations to Satan himself, she’s a hard one to win over. Always putting up a fight in fucking everything.
Except for when my dick plows inside her cunt, of course. And even then, she never fails to sing the tune of how much of an asshole I am.
But that’s what makes it all fun. Her resistance, fight, and inability to bow turn me into an animal every goddamn time.
No clue how the hell I was fine with the likes of robot-what’s-her-face before.
They’re not the flavor of fire that I prefer, and they definitely have the effect of minus degrees frostbite on my dick’s state of arousal.
Despite the fact that I didn’t fuck Aspen last night, because she chose not to come over. When I bombarded her phone with texts, creeper style, she told me she was going out with Caroline, Mateo, and his friend.
Emphasis on thefriendpart.
