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I’m not.
Haven is as thrilled about the idea of marrying me as I am to continue on with this conversation that seems pointless.
“I’m sure you have plenty of women who would love the prospect,” she continues, gassing me up to make me feel big and mighty. I’m not in need of having my ego stroked by some redhead who just happens to be not only my hostage but a way to her brother.
That’s all I need her to be.
Nevertheless, I can’t help but feel as though having her under my control won’t be thrilling.
In fact, it may be downright the most enthralling thing I’ve done in a while.
“I don’t want other women,” I finally reply through all her dull-witted commentary. “I want you.”
9
HAVEN
I believeI like it when this man doesn’t speak at all.
I’ve never felt so out of control in my whole life—and I thought I was familiar with the feeling over the course of the last couple of months.
First with Enzo, then with Finn…however, when I think I have him pinned as not being a fan of this whole arranged marriage, he goes off and spills out things that make my heart forget to beat. For my pulse to slow, causing my temples to throb and my whole body lacking its normal bodily function of being able tobe.
I don’t want other women. I want you.
At least when Enzo allotted toward it, it was because he was a pig. But when Finn proclaims his thoughts, it feels as though it’s a drawn-out life sentence of torture and apprehension.
Despite his plans of what he wants withme, I’m proud of myself when I raise my chin. I know what’s working in my favor, and that’s the fact that I’m still alive as a bargaining tool for the O’Clerys to achieve what they want.
Or I could be entirely wrong, and they’re going to kill me and then send Cillian a message that I’m dead.
He left you here.
Him and Pa.
I try to conjure up that everything happened so fast that they could be coming up with a plan right now to save me, but even I’m having a hard time believing it.
They’re not going to risk their lives to come get me.
So, it’s either I bow down to the man in front of me, or I fight until my last breath and know that I didn’t cower down to this psycho.
“I don’t want you,” I deadpan, keeping his beautiful blue eyes, and that’s theonlything that’s beautiful about him.
Lies.
If this man hadn’t threatened me within a minute of our first meeting, maybe I would call him handsome. Yet, he’s lacking in several departments, and I don’t have time to list them all.
Besides, I don’t want them to be my last thoughts if Finn decides to murder me for not complying with whatever stupid reason he came in here for.
He doesn’t react, nor does he respond to my statement. I’m noticing that he’s a man that speaks when necessary, and I’m not totally surprised that he doesn’t care.
Men in this world take what they want, and as long as it suits them, it doesn’t matter how it’s going to affect other people.
“Where is my father?” I solicit through the deafening silence of the room.
Finn squares his body to mine, lining up perfectly for me to see everything. His tattoos alonghis neck, which I have yet to study, and his broad shoulders and widechest, which fill out the black dress shirt and slacks, give him a dangerous and slick appearance.
Not that he needed the color to emphasize any of that.
