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“We can discuss the upcoming events at all the properties, the harvest at the winery, and the hotels…or we can discuss something else.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew a check.
We’d done this dance before. He made an offer—and I rejected it.
He handed it to his lawyer, who got off his ass and carried it across the table to place in front of me. We were seated far apart because being within ten feet of me was too insufferable for him.
“How’s Mom?” I asked.
He ignored me and stared, waiting for me to look at the check. “We’ve doubled our offer.”
“Wow, I’m impressed,” I said with a slow nod. The check remained in front of me, and I didn’t touch it. “I guess you’ll pay anything to get rid of me.”
“I don’t do business with criminals.”
“Because your hands are so clean…”
“Take the money, Axel.”
I glanced at the check before I looked at him again. “I’m not sure if you would be able to afford this if you were actually paying your taxes.”
His eyes narrowed. “And you pay taxes, Axel?”
“Like you said, I’m a criminal.” I smirked. “But if I don’t pay taxes, and you don’t pay taxes…then you’re also a criminal. Right?” I cocked my head slightly. “That’s how logic works, doesn’t it? That’s what I remember from that hoity-toity philosophy class you forced me to take.”
“Just take the money, Axel. Get out of our lives once and for all.”
The smirk remained on my face, but truth be told, I died every time he spoke to me this way. “You can’t buy me out, Father. I will never relinquish my inheritance, the assets that’ve been handed down through the generations. I’m proud of my ancestry.”
“Well, your ancestors would be ashamed of you.”
“You should brush up on your history because they did some pretty horrible shit.”
“Take the money?—”
“No.” I grabbed the check and ripped it into shreds before I sprinkled it across the table. “Sorry to disappoint you, Father.”
The rage in his eyes was indescribable. A trapped inferno burned in his gaze, wanting to break free and incinerate everything it could touch. His temper had no place to go, so he had to bottle it inside, like a shaken bottle of champagne. It was strange to see your own father look at you…and know he hated you. “I’m not your father.” He rose to his feet and took the folder. “And you aren’t my son.”
The gates to Dante’s estate opened, and I drove onto the property. He had an entire corner of the street to himself, allowing him the privacy that was hard to come by this close to the Duomo. I parked the car then approached the courtyard, knowing he would come to meet me at his leisure.
I didn’t look for Scarlett. Wasn’t going to chase her anymore. Truth be told, I never had to chase anybody. I’d never wanted a woman who didn’t want me in return—even if they were married. Her rejection probably heightened my interest, but now I was done.
Heels tapped against the stone, and then Scarlett emerged. She wore skintight jeans on her nice curves and a top that was low cut in the front. She rocked heels like they were flats then dropped into the chair across from me. Her beautiful hair was straight, and her plump lips had a sexy shine.
Okay…maybe I wasn’t totally done.
She crossed her legs and sat with her arms on the table, the curve of her shoulders subtly pushing her tits together and making them more prominent. “Hey.” She tucked her hand under her chin, her red-painted nails contrasting against her fair skin. “How are you?”
My conversation with my father had been over just thirty minutes ago, so I felt like hell. “Never better.” I smirked and made it look natural because I could lie better than I could tell the truth. The last few years had been the roughest of my life, and they had given me skills I never thought I would have. “How about you?”
She gave a shrug. “A lot better than I was this weekend.”
“You look better.” Confident. Sexy.
“I wanted to thank you…for being a gentleman.”
I gave a chuckle. “I’m a lot of things, but a gentleman isn’t one of them.”
“You were to me.”
