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Really fucking real.
When she’s in my arms and around my cock, there’s just her and pleasure and my need to chain her to my life.
“What he said.” She smiles at me and then at her father.
God, I’m a cunt.
“Basically, Connor will do whatever it takes to make me happy,” she adds, and when her eyes meet mine again, my brows lift..
Then she smirks at me.
Little minx.
Joe barks out a laugh and goes on to ask several more questions about how I achieved my success and the causes I give to. I don’t ask about his. We all know how he makes his money.
When he prods about my inheritance, things get a little close for comfort.
“So, you lost your family when you were young.”
Yeah, and you may have been the asshole who gave the order to have them assassinated. But I will withhold judgement until I’m sure.
Actually no, that’s bullshit. I hate you more than you could know. The drugs you pedal, the children you traffic, the women you sell, it’s disgusting.
“I barely remember them,” I reply, instead of saying any of that. It’s a story that’s out in the world, so I stay on script. “They died in an accident, and I inherited their insurance payout when I was twenty-one. Still in the marines at that point. I invested and got lucky, I guess.”
Luck has never factored in my life. Unless I consider Mia walking into it and handing me access to her father. I call it an opportunity.
“My condolences. What did your father do?” he asks.
I force my heart rate to stay calm.
That fucking question haunts me. The truth is, I don’t know. The boxes of files I have from the FBI and that key need to be looked into.
But what if I find my worst nightmare?
If I find out my father was involved...if he was the reason...
I steady my breathing.
These are the things that could destroy the very essence of my life’s purpose. I’m not going down that rabbit hole as I sit across from my enemy.
“No idea. All I know is, he worked in an office.” I lift the glass to my lips. “Things that were boring to a little boy interested in cars and trains.”
Joe nods and accepts a top-up of his drink without even looking at the woman. His eyes remain on mine.
He’s like a predator seeking his next prey.
But I’m a snake.
“That’s difficult, losing your parents so early. Mia, as you know, lost her mother,” Joe says, and I nod. “Will you two be having children?”
Christ.
Mia spits out the vodka she’s drinking and begins coughing and patting her dress. “Dad. Jeez. We’ve just got engaged.”
She stands, reaching for a cocktail napkin, and dabs at it.
Joe shrugs. “These are questions your mother would’ve asked, Mia. Things you should discuss before marrying.”
