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“For what?”
“To take over the cartel.” His voice is blunt. “Your father left everything to you, including the cartel.”
I shake my head. This must be some sort of fucked-up mistake. My father would never do that. “No, I would have known if he did. There’s no way he would do something like that without me knowing.”
“Well these things happen sometimes without our knowledge.”
“It can’t be true.”
“It is. Your father left everything to you, Gwen, but no one knew who you were.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Why would my father do that?
Why would he keep me away from everyone and then leave me everything?
Why didn’t I know?
It’s as vague and confusing as his death.
But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is the here and now, and what this devil plans to do with me.
“I’m not part of that life.” I pant. “You have to let me go home.”
“I told you that’s not going to happen.”
“So, what do you plan to do? Keep me here and get me to sign over something I had no idea I owned?”
“Not exactly. That would have been the easy way.” One corner of his mouth lifts into a sinful grin that melts my insides. I feel sickened that I could still be attracted to him.
“Then what are you going to do?”
“Marry you.”
My eyes snap wide. “What!”
“Marriage is the only way for you to take ownership of your father’s inheritance.”
“No, I’m not doing it. No fucking way.” I back away, shaking my head. Panic swells within me, cutting off the air in my lungs.
“Yes, you are, Gwen.”
“No.”
“I’m afraid I’m not exactly giving you a choice.”
Oh my God. This isn’t happening. It’s just not.
My lips part to continue this one-sided argument where I’m trying to defend myself, but one look at the opened door behind him jumpstarts my instinct to flee.
Finally, I’m listening loud and very clearly to my instincts. So, when they tell me to run, run like hell and far away from this man I should never have trusted, I do.
I use every ounce of energy I can summon to dash past him. But before I can even make it to the door, one large arm secures around my middle and swoops me up from the ground with my legs dangling in the air.
I scream and pound against the solid rock muscles of his chest, but, of course, he’s not going to let me go.
That knowledge doesn’t stop me from fighting, though. I can’t give up. I mustn’t. There are people who depend on me, and then there’s me.
I can’t be part of this. This can’t be another nail in the coffin of my fucked-up life.
