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“I told you to cancel all my appointments.” I planned to finish early today and spend the evening with my family.
A grin shapes my mouth, my scar stretching over my skin, and despite the discomfort, an odd sense of possessiveness and satisfaction washes over me when I think about my wife and son who accept me as I am.
Never been fucking happier.
I live and breathe for her and just thinking about my woman causes my pulse to speed up, my body growing hard as my hands itch to mold her curves to me so my teeth can bite on her flesh and leave all my marks of ownership on her skin.
Because everything she is belongs to me, and instead of being afraid, my woman thrives in the knowledge and gets deeper into my heart and soul daily. I could never imagine having my life entwined with a woman so much, feeling her emotions as my own, and being so comfortable being myself in her company.
To her, I’m always the prince and never the beast. Isn’t this the greatest gift a beauty has to offer? To ignore all your hideous scars and see the real you behind the various masks this society forces me to wear?
As for our son…
Every day spent with him cures something inside me. He reminds me of myself at his age when the world was cruel and harsh, and giving Braiden everything I lacked heals my past self.
My boy is a survivor, but he won’t have to be resilient and fight his demons alone. We’ll be with him every step of the way.
However, one thing threatens my newfound happiness, and that’s the fucker who still prefers to hide instead of facing me, proving to me he’s a coward who gets off on torture but cannot withstand it himself. I’ve done countless searches, brought up all my connections, and dug so deep some discoveries devastated me and weighed heavily on my chest because I can’t share them with my wife.
As some truths will destroy her.
I won’t know peace until we catch him and bring him as a trophy to my wife, and then she can decide the fate of the man who ruined her life. In more ways than one.
Todd swallows hard, bringing me back to the conversation at hand. “I have. He’s not on your schedule.” A beat passes. “He’s not inclined to wait.” Panic laces his tone when he shouts, “Sir, you cannot enter without permission.”
That’s all the warning I get before the door to my office bursts open, and a man wearing a tailored, navy-blue three-piece suit enters. His powerful frame fills the space in my office and shrinks it in size as his domineering energy wishes to destroy everything in its wake and ensure the upper hand even where he has none.
It’s restless, ruthless, and relentless, just like the man himself.
A sinister smile curves his lips while his shoulder-length dark hair billows slightly under the AC, bringing attention to his tan skin and symmetric features. No wonder women call him a living Greek god among us mere mortals. His handsomeness is deadly and dark, attracting people to him like moths to flames who inevitably burn as the fire blazing in his soul has no mercy for anyone who serves no purpose to him.
Cruel and cunning, just two words of many to describe his character, and he might be respected by his allies and enemies alike because he never backs down from a challenge…but no one truly knows or likes him, as his behavior is unpredictable on most days.
As the only heir to his grandparents’ oil empire, he used his brilliant mind to expand their legacy and triple their net worth quickly while conquering more markets, making him irresistible to the dynasties seeking worthy matches for their children.
After all, in our world, money marries money, and I can’t say I fault people for that.
This is hilarious, considering he picked a bride who ran off with her driver, so her family offered their older daughter as a substitute after a huge scandal ensued, and they were terrified of his wrath. People held their breath, waiting for him to react to the offense as, according to reports, the sister was plain as day and lacked the grace and sophistication of his ex-fiancée. To everyone’s surprise, though, he agreed to the match.
“Hola, Octavius,” he greets me, his deep baritone booming in the office just as Todd rushes after him, breathing heavily. “Cómo estás?”
“Sir, I called security—”
The man clicks his tongue, opening up his suit jacket, and his white shirt comes into view with several buttons undone, showing in all its glory the angry and long scar that seems endless down his neck. “Is this how you greet your guests, Reed?” He shifts his focus to Todd, who hunches his shoulders at the coldness in his gaze, and his tone turns more hostile. “Leave.”
My secretary stares at him for several beats, then straightens up, huffing. “I do not work for you.” He looks at me. “They will be here shortly, sir.”
I knew there was a reason I kept him working for me all these years. Todd has a backbone, after all.
“It’s all right. He’s my exception today.” Shock flashes across Todd’s face. “You can leave us alone.”
He nods. “As you wish, sir.” He goes to the door, but before shutting it, he adds, “If you need anything, let me know.”
“Your secretary is a nervous wreck. But I respect his loyalty.” He drops in the chair. “You trained him well.” He takes out a lighter from his suit pocket and flips it between his fingers. “Or scared him enough.” He barks a laugh, finding the idea hilarious, it seems, but I’m not even surprised.
“I don’t train my staff.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Just your victims, then?”
