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“I can’t ever do anything right, can I?” she whispers, sounding like she’s struggling against tears and I want to pull her to my chest and tell her that she’s still the most wonderful being I’ve ever seen even if she throws food around.
“You’re doing fine,” I say from the corner of my mouth. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
She squirms. “You wouldn’t understand. You’re so assertive. I bet you’ve never dropped a hot potato like that in your life.” She pinches her lips, glancing at me like I’m the center of the universe. “Iversen, you own every room you walk into.”
Fuck the rooms. It’s her I want to own.
“Once you’re on my arm, you’ll be like that too,” I assure her. “I’ll share my power with you.”
The sadness disappears from her eyes and they shimmer and it’s the first time in my life I’ve ever felt proud of myself. Killing doesn’t make me proud, showing off my dominance doesn’t make me proud but being able to put a smile back on her face...fuck, now that makes me proud.
Leaning back in my seat, I take a sip of my drink and I’m feeling pretty confident that I got this. As long as I play my cards right, I won’t be denied Valkyrie. Lifting my utensils to dig into my food, I tense when Paleface calls,
“Frey, I’d like to ask for permission to speak to your daughter.”
Dolph peers over the rim of his glass, his gaze unfocused but then he grunts. “Go on.”
I’m pissed. Pissed that he didn’t ask Valkyrie what she wants and that I’ll now have to share her attention with that fucker. Clenching my knife harder, I drop it along with my fork and drag a frustrated hand through my hair and kick back in my chair.
“Valkyrie,” Paleface says and I want to cut his tongue out for using her name. “My compliments on your looks tonight.”
Valkyrie squirms because she doesn’t like the focus to be on her. She wants to linger in my shadows and that’s where I want her. That’s where she’s the safest.
“Thanks,” Valkyrie mutters and throws me a pleading glance because the whole table is staring at us now.
Paleface leans forward, pushing his plate to the side. “I want to get to know you better. What are your hobbies, Val?”
Val?
Fucker, I’ll put a bullet between your brows before you know it.
Her eyes dart around hesitantly. “I guess I like to play solitaire and walk in the park. And sometimes I swim in the p...pool.”
I freeze. She swims in the pool? What does she wear when she does it? Can’t be a teeny tiny bikini or I’ll kill myself. Or better yet, everyone who’s seen her in it.
“Something we have in common,” Paleface says. “I like exercising too. Keeps the mind in shape...,” Paleface does a big stretch, putting his arms behind his back. He flexes his biceps and his pecs twitch when he slides a hand down, “And the body.”
A pulse picks up in my temples and I grip the handle of the gun I keep in my pants.
“Fádir, I’d like for the soldier to stop talking to me now,” Valkyrie yaps and Dolph grunts,
“Stop talking to her.”
Paleface’s mouth snaps shut but he’s offended. Humiliated. There’s nothing worse than being humiliated as a made man and his emotions get the better of him. Turning to Valkyrie he growls, “Who do you think you are, bitch? You should be happy I wanna fuck a weak thing like you.”
Valkyrie gasps in horror and I take out the gun, pull the trigger and fire. The bullet hits him straight in the face, blood and brains splashing everywhere, covering the walls and Valkyrie lets out a choked cry.
Silence spreads over the room. In the distance a baby weakly cries upstairs and a muscle ticks in my jaw.
“Who they fuck are you calling weak?” I rasp, tempted to fire another shot just to get an even number. Next to me, Valkyrie’s having a silent meltdown, whimpering and cowering in her seat and I know what she’s thinking.
I just killed a made man in front of everyone. As a soldier I’d need to have permission but I don’t give a shit. He deserved it. And I’m prepared to take my punishment.
Everyone silently turn their heads to boss to get his reaction and he’s sitting at the end of the table with his wife in his lap and a frown on his face. Fuck ,this doesn’t look good...but then he shrugs, slamming his fist on the table until it trembles and he raises his glass.
“To death,” he thunders, and we all raise our glasses.
“To death...”
