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“Please,” I whisper in a strained voice. “Just tell me.” Before I drive myself crazy with conclusions.
“Dacre,” she murmurs, looking down at her hands and her face flushes when she bites her lip. “I’ve been bad.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I jerk my chin. “What’ve you done?”
Glancing at me like I’m some raging judge, she slowly shakes her head. “I’m too embarrassed to tell you.” Her eyes turn shiny. “So ashamed.”
“Greta..., you can tell me anything.”
The shade of her face turns the color of poppy and my body reacts with carnal urgency. She’s irresistible to me like this. There’s nothing like her in my world. She’s one of a kind. Unique like a rare gem and I want her to shine only for me. Overwhelmed by my desire for her, I take a step closer but she pants and recoils.
Dammit this is my fault. The kiss could have made her warm up to me but I was too enraged to make it romantic. I just took her mouth up against that wall like I was going to hurt her if she didn’t comply and I tense.
“That scared of your own stepbrother?” Her own stepbrother who would never hurt her. Never let anyone mess up a precious hair on her head. I may be a monster but I’m not her monster.
“What were those men doing in your office?” she says in a low voice and her eyes are big and apprehensive. “Are you a k...killer?”
A muscle ticks in my jaw and I exhale, “Mobster.”
The world stops turning for a moment.
My little stepsister’s stunned but since she’s going to be mine she’d had to find out one day anyway. Awaiting her reaction, I expect for her to burst into tears or something but instead she’s paralyzed with surprise. It makes me want to hold her and tell her it’s not something she needs to be afraid of and I want to put my mouth on her again.
She tenses when I take another step closer and I stop, my eyes narrowing with aggravation and disappointment. “You’re never going to let me near you, are you?” I groan and the misery coats like cement over my chest.
“Dacre, wait...!” Greta blurts, reaching out but I’ve already walked away to give her space.
7.
Greta
Rubbing my forehead, I moan from frustration. That wasn’t me rejecting him. That was me being stunned. Not only am I being blackmailed but the stepbrother I’ve been living with this past year was a freaking mobster all this time.
No wonder I was half terrified of him, without completely knowing why.
Organized crime meets the upper echelon.
What are the odds?
Looking out into the hallway the pull for Dacre only gets stronger and stronger and I don’t want him to think I don’t want him near me. For goodness sake, my blackmailer sure knows I do! I need to tell Dacre all about it.
But he can’t know about the journal.
For one, who knows what he’ll do to sever the threat and second, those thoughts are private. The intimate musings of a girl who’s never been touched before. A chill sneaks down my spine. Or loved. Not to say my mother doesn’t love me....she does in her own way. And I think my father loved me even though he died from heartbreak when I was five as a result of my mother’s repetitive cheating.
Either way, I have a feeling that if Dacre found out about the journal he wouldn’t be worried about not being allowed near me. He’d be worried about how to get away from me. Wringing my hands, I walk up to his office and take a deep breath.
Hesitating, I finally decide to knock and Dacre calls for me to enter. Opening the door, I shudder at the sight of him. Of course he’s a mobster. What else. Everything about him screams manipulation and intelligence and brutality.
Sitting in his leather chair behind the desk, he puts his fingertips together, patiently waiting for me to step inside but he doesn’t say anything when I do. My cheeks heat because I’ve never felt more like a little sister before, feeling like I’m disturbing him.
I smile when Baldur rises from his position in front of the desk and nibbles my fingers. It tickles and I let out a snigger. Dacre shifts in his seat, his deep set eyes like two laser beams that pierce right through me and he frowns.
“Not scared of him anymore?”
“We’re friends now,” I murmur and Dacre leans forward.
“I’m jealous.”
