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“Says the guy who looks like a kid’s coloring book,” I growl, eyes narrowing on him.
“Samantha!” My father barks, chastising me in front of the room. I slouch in my seat, arms folded across my chest as I glower at everyone.
“That was funny, Knox,” the last one says as he takes a seat between Frost and Knox. His eyes are bright and friendly, even though they’re hidden behind glasses. This must be the hot nerd everyone swoons over. What’s his name? I run through all the information I’ve heard over the years about the gods of Black Frost. That’s it, he must be Deacon Thorn. Damn, got to give Bo her dues. He’s cute, but I wonder how she managed to snag him as well, considering all I ever heard was he didn’t date… well, until her.
“Whitlock!” Bowers booms, pulling my father’s attention away from the newcomers. “What is the meaning of this?”
“Well, you see, as you know, this is a transaction. Mr. Frost heard about it and is willing to join the bidding process,” my father says with a huge grin on his face. I swivel in my chair, taking him in as my mom silently sobs into her tissue.
“It’s true, isn’t it?” I snarl, all the puzzle pieces fitting together in my mind in seconds, the picture now crystal-clear. Rage like I’ve never felt before rushes through my veins as I glare at my parents. “You’re selling me?!”
“You went back on your promise, Whitlock,” Mr. Bowers roars, pushing to his feet. “You made the deal when they were kids that this would be a union to join our households together.”
“Bowers, deals change all the time, and it just so happens that Mr. Frost and his associates are willing to pay more than you are for the deal.”
“Do any of you realize how fucked up this is!” I screech. “I’m not a piece of cattle.”
“No, because the only thing a cow does is moo,” Knox chides, glowering at me.
“Aww, what’s a matter, big fella?” I goad, leaning my palms on the table. “Are you pissy because your girlfriend has more than one cock to satisfy her, because you can’t get the job done?”
“You little—”
“Enough!” Frost booms. “Knox, ignore the girl, she’s having a tantrum.” His eyes take in the rest of the room, and I know now why they use his last name instead of his real name. The ice-cold glare has me sitting back in my seat as a feeling of cold sweeps over me and makes me shudder. “Be very careful with your words, little girl, because I don’t think our girlfriend would take too kindly to the shit that falls out of your mouth.”
“Bowers, if you don’t like the fact I am here,” he smirks, “That’s tough shit. You know what you need to do about it.”
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you, Frost?” he spits, and the two guys beside Frost sit up straighter as he leans across the table.
Warrick, the little chicken shit, hasn’t muttered a word since I came in here, and he’s now looking at the three men across from him, sweat forming on his brows.
“Keep in mind, Bower, this is a lifetime transaction, and from what I hear, your son has done nothing but show her disrespect by fucking around out in the open behind her back.”
“Warrick,” he rumbles, turning to face his son who is almost see through from the admission of what he’s been doing. Ahh, so the golden boy hasn’t told daddy dearest that we’ve split.
“No, Father, he has it wrong. I only slept with someone else when Sam decided to fuck his brother,” he growls, pointing to Frost.
“Samantha?” my father demands, his hand gripping the steak knife that’s in front of him.
“He’s full of shit, I caught him balls deep in Carrie Langley before I went anywhere near Kylo,” I tell him with a soft expression, praying he takes it for what it is… the truth. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen evidence of his conquests, but she was the final straw, considering how her family are desperate to destroy your business.”
“Frost,” my father rumbles, standing to his feet, and the look of disgust he throws to Warrick has me fighting a smirk. “You have a deal, you can take her now and we will send her things at a later date.”
“What?!” I bellow. “Dad, you can’t do this to me,” I plead as my mom starts wailing. He takes her by the arm and starts dragging her from the room. “Mom, don’t let him do this.”
She turns away from me as he continues to push her out of the restaurant. I feel like my chest is caving in and what was left of my heart has just shattered to dust.
“C’mon.” A hand grips my upper arm and I hiss, turning murderous eyes to ice-cold blue ones. I shudder at the similarity they have with the color, pushing that aside as I open my mouth to start cussing him out when he cuts me off with a glare. He drags me out of the VIP area with his grip still firm, and I tug as he pulls me out of the building. When the cold night air brushes over my skin, it makes me shudder once more.
“Let go of me, psycho!” I scream at him. “You’re not going to get away with this.”
“I already have,” he says with a terrifying grin, before nodding to the other two. Deacon’s eyes are on me, but his expression is bored as Knox plays on his phone.
“You’re both peas in a fucking pod, aren’t you?” I snarl, yanking on my arm again. “Let fucking go of me, I don’t want to go anywhere with any of you.”
“You don’t have a choice in the matter,” he says as he rounds on me.
I lash out with my right hand, but he catches it mid-air, stopping me before it can connect. I stamp my heel on his foot and he roars, dropping his hold on me.
