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She doesn’t disappoint. Her beige pants have a bow on the front and her tight white blouse emphasizes her small waist and tits. How she wears those fitted clothes makes me so damn proud. My beautiful, sexy, and confident woman steals the breath from my lungs.
“Good morning.”
She squints at my obvious cheerfulness and takes her seat.
“I’m going to visit my parents today.”
“I’m sure they would love to see you.”
Her eyebrows draw together. She has no idea what I am capable of.
“I’m doing my best to eliminate the threat so you can come and go whenever you want.”
“By killing people?”
“Better them than you.”
She puts her fork in her mouth, chewing and moaning over the contents. I squirm in my seat. It’s a damn omelet. You would think it’s manna from the gods. This vixen. This cruel woman was sent to be my biggest challenge and greatest reward.
She flicks a strand of her hair over her shoulder and trails a finger from her ear down her neck, playing a game of seduction I doubt I will win.
I lean into her, and her breath hitches.
Hide how I affect you as much as you want. It won’t work.
When she’s done eating, she pats the corners of her lips and stands up. I grab her hand, and lifting her hand to my lips, I place a kiss in the middle of her palm. “Have a wonderful day. I’m picking you up for dinner.”
“I’ll be ready.”
With that, she leaves me, desire pulsating through my body.
When I own you, this time for good, you’ll see how accumulated passion burns. She’ll come to terms with the fact that sex is all I can offer. If I had more, it would be hers.
I drive to the compound. With our team targeting the Brotherhood, I can relax. Until those motherfuckers figure out who’s behind the attacks, they won’t be able to retaliate with their funds cut and the feds knocking down their door—secrecy is no longer on their side.
The guys are already seated around the conference room table when I arrive. We’ve recently learned the identities of the leaders of the organization. They follow the rules of primogeniture and are in their second generation. This will be their last. They range in age from thirty to sixty, and every one is a reputable businessman. No wonder they flew under our radar.
“Are you coming over with Violet tonight?” Kieran asks.
“I’m taking her out to dinner.”
Cato, the asshole, places a hand on his chest in fake pride. “Look at him, going on a date.”
“Fuck you, I’m taking her to dinner because—”
“Because you have to ramp up your charm, meaning you fucked up,” interjects Hayden.
We know each other too well. It’s probably why we can wind each other up so proficiently.
“She thinks she can leave at any time.”
“With my help, she’d actually have a good shot at escaping.”
The thought alone makes me mad enough to kill Cato for even suggesting it. I’m out of my chair and over the table before he blinks. Wrapping my hand around his neck, I squeeze hard.
“He’s joking.” Kieran pins him with a stare and I loosen my grip.
Cato smirks. “The fucker is in love and doesn’t know it.”
