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My father, Dominion Gregory, had been a formidable man by anyone’s standards. He’d crafted a powerful empire, a legacy to leave to his three children. There were few who weren’t afraid of what his power and influence could do, the man owning a good portion of the states surrounding Kentucky. We were considered kings of our empires, my father having the Midas touch. If he approved of another company, then the operation thrived. Likewise, if he gave it a thumbs down, the owner might as well file for bankruptcy.
I admired him for that and many other aspects.
Even if we butted heads more often than not.
He’d been a harsh taskmaster, a man who refused to accept anything less than perfection. But he’d been a family man nonetheless, ensuring his children were given the finest educations, honing their crafts. He adored our mother and showered her with gifts. I’d once heard him say she was the only woman who’d been able to tame him.
It was something my mother had never allowed him or me to forget. Before my father’s brutal murder, she’d reminded me only recently that it was time I settle down. I’d almost choked from laughing so hard. Then she’d pointed her long finger at me in front of our father and had said without hesitation:
“You will be nothing until you have a good woman behind you.”
My mother was never wrong, but now wasn’t the time to consider anything other than a casual fling.
Why I’d told the mysterious blonde about my father’s death was beyond me. Because she meant nothing to me. Right? To me she’d been a stranger on a plane with a voluptuous body and a killer smile. Seeing her again was next to impossible since we hadn’t exchanged information.
And I had no intention of changing that any time soon. The single time I’d come out in the open had been to my father’s funeral, although no photographers had been allowed. People from all walks of life had come to pay their respects, but only at the cemetery. The eulogy itself had been a private, family affair.
Given the stunning blonde with the deep green eyes was someone I’d never see again, I’d let my guard down. Maybe the truth was that I’d needed an appropriate release. Enemies to lovers seemed a good thing at the time. Besides, it had also been apparent that she’d had no interest in finding out anything more about me than what general talk one could have over cocktails and the remaining scent of sex. That had allowed me to relax for the duration of the flight.
We’d chatted. We’d had a few drinks. We’d laughed.
And we’d even fucked a second time, much to the chagrin and embarrassment of the flight attendant. However, she’d covered for us, protected our little secret from the pilot and other passengers. A smirk crossed my face just thinking about wrapping my fingers around my mystery woman’s long neck, knowing that I had her life in my hands. It had excited the hell out of me.
Had she known with a single snap of my wrist I could have easily stolen her life?
After giving my hand another quick glance, I shook my head. The feel of the smooth pearls in my fingers had been a dark treat, choking her far too delicious. I’d wanted to see her in the same necklace, heels and nothing else, parading in front of a floor-to-ceiling window for dozens of men to see. The thought was deliciously filthy. So much so, I had to adjust my cock.
We’d said our goodbyes after walking off the plane in San Francisco, each going our separate ways.
Now I had a short layover and a score to settle prior to tracking down the troublesome asshole who’d begun to make my life miserable.
I’d ordinarily travel with at least two soldiers, but I wasn’t well known on this side of the country. My family’s legacy was noted, but the stories about my whereabouts varied greatly.
I was a Greek tycoon.
I was living on a yacht somewhere in the South Pacific.
I was a recluse holed up in the Montana mountains.
Every rumor had been started by the family of course.
I’d made certain stories were changed and enhanced through the years, which was one reason I’d remained alive.
I continued to think of the sweet taste of the woman as I headed down the long private road leading to the estate near San Bruno where the man whose life would end lived. He owed a good deal of his fortune to me and my family’s operations, something he’d obviously forgotten.
He’d once been considered a trusted advisor. Now he was nothing but a rat.
And rats deserved to taste the family’s special concoction of poison.
Then it was onto handling the asshole I had no doubt was responsible for my father’s death. The Warrington family was tightly knit, the oldest son the heir apparent. What Grayson had discovered was helpful, albeit there was no smoking gun to use against the patriarch as of yet. That wouldn’t stop me from getting what I wanted. I was a very resourceful man.
The afternoon sun was still unusually warm, beaming down on the rental car that would serve me well for the next few days. I tapped my hand on the steering wheel then glanced into the rearview mirror. I’d seen no sign of security at the front of his horse ranch, which reinforced the realization the man’s arrogance had gotten out of control. I slowed down and pulled over to the side, tugging the binoculars into my hand.
As with every other consultant who worked for the Gregory regime, I knew everything about Harold Wymer from the liquor he drank to the cigars he smoked. I also knew exactly the number of dollars he had in his bank account. He’d been considered a close friend of my father’s when the man had been alive, providing counseling services. Until two years before, Harold had been a practicing attorney in the state of California. That had allowed him to handle our limited corporate business activities there. We’d planned on expanding.
It was still something I was considering, but this man wouldn’t provide any counseling from where he was going.
Besides, Harold had retired, turning his activities to his other methods of making money. Thoroughbred racing. Why my father had tolerated the man was beyond me, but neither his attitude nor the fact he’d buckled under pressure, providing several sordid details to the Feds, were something that could go without punishment.
