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Ah, dad and I get alone time. “Cigarettes, Lyle.”
He nods. “Let’s step out on the deck, son, and have a man-to-man talk.”
“Dad,” Evanee starts but I shut her down with a shake of my head.
“You start setting a date with mom, babe. Dad and I’ll talk about how much the shindig will cost him.”
Lyle looks pained as he leads me out to a deck through a couple of French doors, then pulls a cigar from his pocket and lights up. “Cuban,” he says after he blows out some smoke.
I light a cigarette. “Newport. USA.”
He stares at me as he takes another shallow puff. “How much will it cost me to make you go away?”
I pretend to be thinking as I take a deep drag of my smoke. “About the same amount as the wedding, so you may as well pay for that instead.”
He takes a step closer to me. “You fucking low-life criminal. You’re an idiot if you think I’m going to let you mess around with my family, play games with my daughter.”
I hold my ground. “I’ve no plans to mess with your family and I’m not playin’ games with your daughter. Evanee’s the girl for me and my girl wants a big wedding with her prick of a father walkin’ her down the aisle.” I take a drag of my cigarette and flick the ash on the toe of his shiny leather shoes. “And you’re wrong if you think it ain’t gonna happen.”
“Listen to yourself. You can’t even string a proper sentence together. Evanee has degrees from prestigious universities, and you’re what? A high school drop out?”
If it was coming from someone I respected, like Hangman, I’d be hurt, but I’d still tell him to fuck off. But the bastard in front of me don’t merit a second thought. “I don’t hold her degrees against her. She can’t help where she came from.”
He sucks in a breath and for a second, I think he’s gonna have a heart attack. “You mess with me and I’ll make you and your little gang of criminals regret you were ever born. I’ve got more resources than you have lice.”
I shrug as I drop my cigarette on the deck and crush it under my boot. “I don’t give a fuck what you do with me, but you mess with Evanee, and I’ll cut your balls off and make you eat them.”
He laughs like he’s delighted the gloves are off. “She’s my daughter, you prick and eventually she’ll figure out what a loser you are.”
I can’t help but admire him for not shitting his pants. “You’ll be dead before that happens, old man.” I step into his space. “Here’s what I’m gonna do, Lyle. I’m gonna pretend we never had this conversation. Evanee won’t hear what a fuck she has for a father. And you, you’re gonna walk my girl down the aisle and wish us nothin’ but the best.” I turn towards the house. “Oh, and I wouldn’t mind if you bought us the townhouse we’re livin’ in as a wedding gift. We’re renting right now, but Evanee loves it. It’s close to schools and shit like that; safe area to raise your grandkids.” I give him a menacing grin, then find my girl and leave. Fucking in Lyle’s house will have to wait for another day.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Evanee
“Hey babe,” Trigger calls from the bathroom over the hum of the electric razor. “You just about ready? Party’s gonna be over by the time we get there.”
“Almost. I’m standing in front of the shoe shelf trying to decide which shoes will look best with my V-cut corset leather mini-dress. Tonight is the blow-out party at Hell’s Jury clubhouse before construction starts on the renovations. I’m excited that I finally get to meet everyone and spend some girl time with my investors. I want to look my very best. The dress is a little tight to be riding on the back of a bike, but what’s a little discomfort when the leather matches Trigger’s cut to a tee.
He walks into the closet rubbing his chin then stops dead when he sees me. “Jesus fucking christ,” he says. “You’re the best-looking woman in the world.”
I twist my hips and arch my back. “You like?”
“Fuckin’ yeah,” he says as he lunges at me. I’m twisted around and shoved against the wall, Trigger’s erection pressed into my backside. “We’re gonna fuck now.”
It’s all the warning I get as he yanks my dress up over my hips and my panties to the side. I hear the rasp of his zipper, then feel the bruising grip of his fingers digging into my waist as he kicks my legs open and plunges into me.
Trigger is big anytime, but I’ve not been properly warmed up and pain shoots through me. “Trigger, I’m not ready,” I grunt as I shove my palms against the wall to brace myself.
“Then get ready, baby,” he commands as he fucks me relentlessly.
“You horny bastard,” I seethe as my body responds to him. “You don’t play fair.”
His hand snakes inside my top and squeezes my breast. “You fuckin’ don’t either dressing like a high-class whore.”
I grapple with him as if I’m trying to get him off me, but he has me pinned. His strength and aggression are such turn-ons. He knows intuitively what I like, and he gives it to me hard.
He’s ruthless as he slams into me, grunting as he takes me. “What’s wrong, baby?” he hisses into my ear. “Don’t like it when you don’t get to come?”
