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A sharp sting radiates across my left cheek as Tobin’s calloused hand slaps me in an instant. “How dare you speak to me like that! After all I have done for you! I took you in and raised you after your whore mother got herself killed. You owe me, little girl, and it’s time to pay up.” He slams his bottle of water on the desk with his other hand, glaring at me.
I hold my hand to my face, tears pouring down my cheeks at his news. The pain of his slap is nothing new. I’m used to that, but he knows his words are his biggest weapon.
My parents died in a car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver. My mother certainly wasn’t a whore, but he loves to tear down her memory whenever he can.
“Finally, after all these years, taking in your worthless ass has finally paid off,” he chuckles. “You will be married to Antonio Rossi’s only son in June. His first bride got caught in quite the scandal. Luckily, I have a niece of age, pure and ready for the taking.”
“An arranged marriage? What is this, uncle, the eighteen hundreds?”
“Watch your tongue, girl. You are to marry the future don of the Rossi Mafia because he will be a great asset to me. This alliance will bring me power and money.“ A sinister smile crosses his face as he leers at me while spitting out his selfish plan.
“What about my inheritance? You said I had to use that to go to Carrington. It’s why I had to wait to enroll until I was twenty-one.”
He blows out an annoyed sounding breath. “I’ll call and have the down payment returned to you. Your money will now go to your marital account. A small deposit compared to what your future husband brings with him.”
“I don’t even know this Antonio, or his son. What if he’s awful? Abusive?” My stomach rolls at the thought of being forced to marry a stranger.
“I’m sure he will have a firm hand. He is part of the Rossi family. No matter. If you stay in line, you won’t have to worry about such things, will you? Just look pretty and lay on your back with your legs spread open to produce an heir. Easy. Let the man do as he pleases, be his arm candy, and in return, you’ll live a life of luxury.”
“An heir?” I feel hollow inside, and I want out of this study.
“Yes, an heir. You know, a baby? Antonio will be so happy. His son is at least a decade older than you so it’s about time he’s given a grandchild,” he tells me as if I’m stupid.
“I-I-I’ve never even been with a man at all and you want me to fuck a stranger so he can have an heir?”
“Yes,” is all he says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.
I stand there gaping at him as if I’m waiting for the punch line of this terrible joke, but it never comes. He is fucking serious. I watch as he returns to sitting behind his desk and begins to look through the papers piled there neatly. Time stands still as I’m frozen, feeling my world crumble around me. I’m broken from my trance when he looks up at me, his brows drawn together. “You can go now.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I leave his study, my legs shaky and my stomach feeling like I’m about to lose the bagel I had for breakfast. How did I go from an almost college student to having a decrepit fiancèe in a matter of seconds?
CHAPTER 3
ALISTAIR
I’ve almost drifted off to sleep, always ready for a nap after Emerson fucks me thoroughly, when I hear the door open, quickly I make sure the blanket is covering my cock.
The last thing I want to do is have Rueben ogling my dick.
Blinking my eyes open, I move my head to see Emerson moving over to the bedroom window. He stands there, shoulders tense, staring out at the garden.
“Emerson?” my voice cracks with the reminiscence of sleep.
“Mhm?” he murmurs in question.
Something isn’t right. Emerson has always been good at keeping his emotions locked up tight, showing the world a hard man, but I’ve learned to read him like a map.
“What’s wrong?” I crawl out of bed, grabbing the robe slung over the chair in the corner. Slipping it on, I approach him.
He remains silent as I make my way over to stand next to him.
“Alistair,” he sighs out defeatedly, his attention still on the outside world.
“Yes?”
“I’m giving you an out.”
My brows jump, and my heart plummets. “What are you talking about? An out? Out of what?”
