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“You need to get that fixed.” He gestures towards my fucking face. “I’ll drive you if you want.”
“I’ll drive myself,” I retort, lifting a silver cigarette case to my face to glare at my distorted reflection, the skin around my eyes and nose now mottled with deep indigo. “It’s not the first time it’s been broken. I doubt it will be the last.”
I throw the case down onto the table of his dining room.
“You cannot allow your son to disrespect you like this, Landon.”
My fist slams into the table before I can stop it, the ice cubes in our tumblers rattling as the table stops shaking.
“I’m sorry,” I growl, my chest shaking from rage and humiliation. “It’s not you. It’shim.”
“I understand. If my son dared defy me, he’d pay for it in hell.”
I should have left him there…
That was my first mistake.
Thinking that he could ever live up to his name.
Thinking he would be anything other thanher.
Weak. Pitiful. Not worthy of our fucking name.
I should have left him.
That way I wouldn’t have to deal with this disrespect, nor the humiliation of having a son who treats his father with such contempt, who refuses to obey simple wishes for the good of his entire family.
The ungrateful fuck.
He owes me.
He owes me everything.
As my breathing steadies, Vitaly speaks. “What are you going to do? You can’t allow him to defy you. It will undermine your role as head of the family. It will undermine your company.”
My rancorous glare lifts to meet his beady brown eyes. “You don’t think I fucking know that? What do I do, Vitaly? Kidnap the ungrateful fuck? Drag him down the aisle?”
“What do you know about this girl?”
I exhale a rattling breath as her face floats before me. She is indeed utterly exquisite. Despite my wrath at my son’s disdain for me, my cock throbbed every time she looked up at me, every time she inserted food between those plump pink lips, every time my gaze wandered over the curves of her small body.
I wonder how much that would cost me…
I don’t blame Greyson for thoroughly exploring the pleasure a face and body and voice like hers can offer. He can brutally fuck her into the afterlife for all I care.
But what he will not do is present a woman other than the one carefully chosen for him, offer up some thing he dragged off the streets as her replacement because she calms the beast inside him.
“She’s estranged from her parents. Her father is dead. But the stepfather is Bennett Andrews.” Vitaly’s eyes light up. “He’s know for his—”
“Proclivities,” replies Vitaly, clearly having heard the same rumors as I have about this wealthy banker, a man who by rights should be on our books. Every politician, businessman and billionaire with something to hide around here is.
“He’s not a client of yours?”
“No,” I reply.
“Maybe he needs to be,” he suggests, eyes narrowing as he brings his lit cigar to his lips, the tip flaring with orange flame as he inhales.
I nod. “The mother is very wealthy but she and the girl are not close.”
