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Strangely, he relaxes the moment I say that. “Good.”
My brow furrows. “Why’s it good?”
He shakes his head and leads me over to the limousine waiting to take us to Insignia in the center of town. The driver is standing with the door open and I slip inside, hating that Isiah is right behind me, too close for my comfort, especially with my dad joining us. He slides in opposite and barely pays us any attention as he types on his cell phone.
Isiah leans toward my ear. “How about a repeat of last Saturday night after the party?”
I shake my head despite the heat building between my thighs at the mere reminder. “In your dreams. With my dad here, there’s no way you’re pulling that shit again.”
His lips graze my earlobe. “What? Making you scream my name in pleasure and climax multiple times? So terrible,” he purrs.
I glare at him. “You know that’s not what happened. I said no, and you didn’t care.”
“Keep telling yourself that you didn’t want it, love, if it makes you feel better.”
“I’ll tell you what would make me feel better,” I say, meeting his heated stare. “Strangling you to death.”
He laughs.
“It’s not a joke.”
“Sorry, love. It’s just very hard to take you seriously when you threaten to kill me.”
It’s as if his mission in life is to piss me off. Instead of making a retort, I shift further away from him on the seat.
Dad glances up, smiling. “You two do make a wonderful couple.”
I glare at him. “No, we don’t. We can hardly even have a civil conversation. That’s not a wonderful couple.” I ball my fists by my sides. “How come you and Mom got to choose who you married?”
“Your mom and I were luckily a perfect match, both for the family and for each other.” He tilts his head. “We met through our families and liked each other, and they approved of the match.”
“Lucky for some.”
Isiah clears his throat. “Don’t worry, love. Once we’re married, you won’t be able to help falling for me.” He winks, and I literally wish I could strangle him.
“Why are you so arrogant?”
He shrugs. “Part of the job description.”
Gio laughs. “Yeah, it wouldn’t do for him to be weak and meager, would it? The guy practically rules London.”
I clench my jaw and stare out of the window, knowing that even though he’s my dad, he’ll never come to my aid. It’s as if he doesn’t care what happens to me or how I’m treated by Isiah. All my life, it’s always just been Nina and me looking out for each other. The rest of my family I’ve never been close to, and yet I’m sure Isiah wants to do us harm. Which means if my dad isn’t going to listen to my warnings, I have to find a way to stop him myself.
The limo pulls up at the curb in front of Insignia, my father’s lavish and recently redesigned club.
The club is an exclusive, luxurious establishment, and the outside of it alone shows that. The entrance is a grand spectacle of gold and marble, with lush red and gold curtains cascading down the sides. Two marble pillars stand sentry on either side of the doorway. As always, Dad has gone overboard with the design.
From the sidewalk, there are marble steps with a red velvet carpet through the middle, leading to the entrance, which is guarded by two black-uniformed doormen.
The driver opens the door and I scramble out first, hoping to get away from Isiah, but it’s a false hope. Isiah is out before I can take more than three strides, grabbing me by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Into the party,” I say simply.
He yanks me toward the entrance of the club and straight past the guards without even glancing at them.
“Not without me.” Isiah’s grip tightens around my arm as he drags me inside, his voice more demanding than ever. “You’re my date. Act like it.”
I shoot him a venomous glare before allowing him to drag me inside. Music thunders in my ears, while laughter and chatter fill the air. I’d been to this club before—the third time my father had invited me along to one of his parties.
