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When you look evil in the eyes, and it smiles back at you warmly, you react one of two ways. You can either smile back or run. I’ve never been a runner, and I’m not starting now. So I smile like I just won the Miss Universe pageant.
“Let’s dispense with the formalities, shall we?” His voice is not dissimilar to our former father’s.
“Yes, lets. What the fuck do you want?” I can’t fathom a reason why he would be standing in this police station other than to gloat.
He laughs and tilts his head in a gesture that says, ‘You poor little girl.’ He curls his fingers around themselves and grins at me.
“You know, sis, if you just gave me what I want, you could get out of here quicker.” He lifts one finger rotating it around the air.
Right…
“I’ve never trusted the men in this family, and I’m not starting with you.” If he wants to be a Davenport so fucking badly, it’s time I treated him like one.
“You are under some misconceptions that being the Admiral’s offspring was some walk in the park. Let me ruin your hopes and dreams.” I stand and walk up to him so that I’m just out of reach if he decides to try and grab me.
“Clarence Davenport was a gaslighting son of a bitch. He didn’t know the meaning of trust, devotion, or loyalty, and god forbid you ever question any of it. You were better off not being raised by him or trying to live up to the standard he required carrying his name. So I have no idea why you are here or what you want from me, but I can guaran-fucking-tee that I can’t help you. Nor do I want help or advice from you.” I lean in to spit the last words in his smug face, which has lost the cocky grin he had.
I watch as the mask he shows the world disappears, and the rage of the killer he is filling his face. He straightens his posture and grabs the bars I’m sure he wishes weren’t between us now.
“It’s always the blessed ones that feel as if they are owed more while the ones given nothing would thank them for just scrapes.” I snort and turn my back on him.
“What I want, dear sister, is my birthright. I want the acknowledgment father never gave me.” I walk back to the cot across the cell and sit down, crossing my leg.
I place my hands on my knee and look up at Anton Blair. I smile and say my following words nice and clear so there are never any questions about what my answer to him was.
“Then you shouldn’t have killed him.”
He flinches away from me, and I can’t help the smile that forms on my face.
Gotcha motherfucker.
* * *
Anton
I step back awayfrom the bars.
I didn’t mean to react to her statement, and that makes the rage I feel hotter. Her smug demeanor as she sits smiling at me would have gotten her a bullet in the head, too, if I was armed and in a secure location.
I turn and walk away from her cell before I do something I regret. I swear I hear her chuckle as I knock on the door, so the guard lets me out. I try to paste a charming smile on my face, but by the looks of the men watching me, I must not be convincing enough.
I hustle out of the police station and into my rental, where I pull the tie off my neck roughly and toss it on the passenger seat. I unbutton my collar before shifting gears into first to pull out of the parking lot.
I push the little phone icon on the steering wheel and wait for the tune, indicating I can speak.
“Call Aurora,” I growl, and it takes me three times of me repeating myself until the call finally goes through and contacts.
“Hello?” She whispers over the line.
“I’m coming over.” She doesn’t answer me, and I frown.
“Did you hear me?” I’m met with more silence.
“It’s not a good time. I have family over.” Since when does she say no to me?
“Get rid of them. I’ll be there in three hours. I expect you naked in bed waiting for me.” My dick gets hard just imaging the way I’m going to take out all my frustrations on her ass.
“Goodbye, Anton.” She hangs up on me.
