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And I don’t give a fuck.
My girl’s scent covers me, and she’s all I can think about when we pull up to the meeting place. I just want to get this over with so I can get back to her.
I can’t lie though. Maxim’s invite intrigued me. Rarely do I receive requests to meet one on one.
Most of my interactions are when some dumb fuck tries to interfere with my business, and I have to remind them who’s boss in this city. However, Maxim hasn’t crossed me.
Yet.
That doesn’t mean I trust him though. I don’t trust anyone. That’s why I work alone. Let the Irish and Italians and Mexicans battle and kill each other. I look out for myself and no one else.
I shake my head when Jace reaches for his door handle. I committed to Maxim I’d meet with him alone. Although of course my snipers are already in place, confirmed before we pulled into the industrial park. I’m honest but not stupid.
Jace scowls but says nothing. He knows this is an argument he will lose. When his back hits the seat again, I climb out of the vehicle. With two guards in the front seat and my men in the rafters of the abandoned plastics plant, I’m perfectly safe. Not sure why they’re all so tense.
The man I’m here to see steps forward from a loading dock. He’s alone too as he strides toward me. The glint of a gun catches under the harsh fluorescent lights from a guard hovering by the man door. Fair enough because he’s far enough away he won’t hear our conversation.
Maxim dips his head slowly with unexpected respect. “Thank you for meeting me.”
Silent, I stare at him. I don’t do small talk.
He doesn’t seem offended. His attention flits upward, smart enough to assume who is there even if he can’t see them before his gaze returns to me.
“This is personal, not business.”
My eyebrow arches of its own accord. There’s nothing personal between us.
“I want to marry your sister.”
Fuck this. I shake my head and turn back to my SUV. I’m going home to fuck my woman. “I don’t do arranged marriages. Try Carmine Santoro. He has daughters he wants to whore out.”
“She wants to marry me too.”
Motherfucker. What the fuck has Chels done? I pause and slowly count to five. I refuse to give him any reaction.
“She agreed tonight when I saw her at my club, but she departed so quickly I never had the opportunity to speak with her more.”
Humor crackles in his tone. Obviously, he thinks me having to drag her away is hysterical. He’ll discover how funny I can really be when I reach down his throat and yank out his vocal cords. We’ll see what’s humorous then. “My sister says stupid shit, especially when she’s drunk and out with her friends.”
“Ah yes. The beautiful Addie.”
He’s done his homework. I’m impressed. And very, very angry. I twist back to him. “Before you claim to have had her too, know that her virgin blood’s still on my cock as we speak, so I can beg to differ.”
His upper lip curls in revulsion. “Disgusting.”
I raise my arms, spreading them wide. We’re meeting on my terms, not his. “I’m not here to impress.”
“Nor am I. I’ve never been with your sister and no other man ever has or ever will be except for me.”
Now he’s the one who sounds furious. And stupid. Very, very stupid. “You’re awfully confident for a dead man walking.”
“No one’s going to die tonight, Mr. Gallo.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
“We both love her and have employed a vast amount of resources to protect her. She’s been shielded from the dangers of our world, and I will continue to guarantee her safety now that she’s mine.”
This guy thinks he’s a comedian. I throw back my head and laugh. He growls at my contempt for his assertion. “No one claims my sister.”
