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I’ve been thinking about Aspen and her crimson hair and fuckable lips all night in my empty mansion. Mind you, the whole process was against my will and I fought it with the determination of a gladiator.
Yes, I’m after the woman’s demise, but she should, under no circumstances, occupy my thoughts.
Or worse, stroke my libido that she has no business coming close to.
Punching the bag didn’t help, working out for hours was a laughable distraction, and my escort contacts appeared as enticing as expired milk.
Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t come up with a reason for what the fuck changed last night.
It’s like a foreign demon took over my body the moment I saw her being manhandled by Nicolo’s thug. I don’t hit for women—except for beating Nate the fuck up when I found him making out with my daughter under my roof, because fuck that guy.
Point is, I’m the furthest thing possible from Prince Charming and his friend Knight in Shining Armor.
I have the assertiveness to admit I’m violent—prone to it, breathe it in the air, and dream about it. However, the reason is not, and I mean absolutelynever, a woman.
Or a man, for that matter.
But last night, the demon who possessed my fist and flowed in my blood was definitely driven by a woman. And it wasn’t just any woman.
Fucking Aspen.
I’m going to bet my nut that her stubborn mouth had little to do with it. The truth remains, I’m used to verbally sparring with that witch as our favorite sport. But last night was the first time I’ve treaded into dangerous territory.
One filled with distant memories and clichéd nerd moments about Nietzsche.
Unable to find a logical reason that would satisfy both my brain and my dick, I graced myself with the repulsive presence of the asshole Nicolo first thing this morning.
Said asshole retrieves a cigar from the box on his vintage desk and slides it to the corner of his lips. He takes his sweet fucking time lighting it, inhaling and blowing a cloud of hashish-like smoke into the air. “And I should tell you because…?”
“She’s a senior partner in my firm.” That I’ve been plotting to kick her out of for as long as I can remember. But he doesn’t need to be privy to that small detail.
“Do you often play a knight in a black suit for all your senior partners?”
“Only when the necessity arises.”
“Didn’t think you’d let your demon peek through for a woman.”
“Might want to check your eyesight, Nic. Must be blurry from all the blood that’s gotten in it.”
“I’m twenty out of twenty. But are you, King? The way I see it, either she’ll shatter against your hard edges or you’ll get yourself a cut from her sharp cheekbones.”
“Are you sure your ophthalmologist isn’t blind? Someone needs to look into that license and give you a second opinion before you start seeing aliens.”
“Hmm. Interesting.” His lips pull in a disgusting smirk that should be at the same museum as ugly impressionist paintings. “Unfortunately, though, I don’t discuss my business with outsiders, which you made sure to become as soon as your father died.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I take away your toys again, Nic?”
“Yes, and you won’t get a word out of me unless you give them back.”
“No, thanks. I’m not investing legitimately earned money in a blood pit.”
He leans forward, blowing smoke with the sole intent of turning the office into a life-hazard location. “Riddle me this, King. Is it still considered legitimate if the root is bloodied?”
“Yes. Nothing a little laundering can’t fix. I don’t give a fuck what type of deal my old man had with your family. I made it clear early on that I wouldn’t hold to the same bargain, and your brother, the actual Don, agreed.”
Though the janitor and his grandmother know that the actual leader of the Luciano family isn’t the eldest brother, Lazlo Luciano.
Nicolo has been pulling the strings, playing his demonic games in the background, and being a surrogate leader.
