Bump, but she didnât feel bad about it at all. She was gonna love Barron up, and she would work her ass off to be a damn good Dominion wife.
Now, how the rest of the family was going to feel about her and Barron getting married? She glanced at her father as he slobbed down a stack of blueberry pancakes and about a pound of curled up, crunchy pork bacon. Well, that wasnât her damn problem. Pilar was on a mission to set herself up lovely as the new queen of the Dominion castle, and whoever the hell didnât like it could just kiss her ass!
She was sashaying out of the kitchen with much pep in her step when her phone vibrated and a text message came through. Clicking on her phone, Pilarâs heart fluttered in her chest when she saw the message was from Barron.
Her heart damn near stopped beating when she read what was staring at her from her screen. The message read, The boardâs vote has been canceled. My pops just woke up.
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Digger Ducane set his fork down on his plate when he saw the shocked expression on his daughterâs face. Pilar had been walking around giving him the shit treatment for weeks, but right now his baby girl looked like somebody had slapped the taste out of her mouth.
âHe woke the hell up?â she shrieked, and then started punching numbers into her cell phone as she dashed from the kitchen.
âPilar!â Digger called out behind her. âWho woke up, Pilar? Who woke up?â
But his daughter ran up the stairs without answering and Diggerâs heart skipped a beat as he stared down at the half-eaten stack of blueberry pancakes on his plate.
Oh shit, he thought as his mouth went dry. He woke the hell up?
He grunted. There was only one damn person Pilar could have been talking about and he knew exactly who that was: his brother-in-law, Viceroy Dominion.
A wave of guilt washed over Digger and turned his bacon sour in his stomach. Viceroy had been his runninâ dog for over thirty years. Heâd gotten Digger started in the logistics business and had even financed his very first business loan. His brother-in-law was a ruthless businessman and he wasnât the type to take betrayal lightly.
Especially the kind of betrayal that Digger had pulled on him when he jumped across the tracks and switched over to Rodney Ruddmanâs team.
Digger pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. His sister Selah was barely speaking to him behind that shit. She had been mad as hell when she found out he was leaving Dominion Oil while Viceroy was down and out. But Selah wasnât half as pissed as Viceroy was gonna be when he got wind of that shit, and Digger knew there was shoânuff gonna be some hell to pay when that little bit of news landed in Viceroyâs lap.
Which didnât make his current fucked-up situation at Ruddman Energy any easier either. After just a short time at his new job, Digger had managed to step on his own dick and get caught up with the wrong people.
When the economy tanked and his contracts started drying up at Dominion Oil, Digger had sworn on his dead wifeâs grave that he would never again get so damn broke that his credit cards melted in a roadside steak house and his baby girl couldnât afford to buy herself a new pair of shoes.
He knew the only person who could guarantee that Pilarâs future was secure was him, so after taking the job at Ruddman Energy and scoping out what he thought was a wide-open deal, Digger had jumped under the covers with an outside trucking firm and made a back-alley deal to undercut a few of Rodney Ruddmanâs shipping products.
It wasnât a whole lot, just some extra shit that he had leftover from his days at Dominion Oil. But Digger had hooked up a deal to sell his products to a local trucking firm at half the price that Ruddman charged them, and he stood to make a solid hunk of change under the table.
But for some damn reason, at the last minute, just
Now, how the rest of the family was going to feel about her and Barron getting married? She glanced at her father as he slobbed down a stack of blueberry pancakes and about a pound of curled up, crunchy pork bacon. Well, that wasnât her damn problem. Pilar was on a mission to set herself up lovely as the new queen of the Dominion castle, and whoever the hell didnât like it could just kiss her ass!
She was sashaying out of the kitchen with much pep in her step when her phone vibrated and a text message came through. Clicking on her phone, Pilarâs heart fluttered in her chest when she saw the message was from Barron.
Her heart damn near stopped beating when she read what was staring at her from her screen. The message read, The boardâs vote has been canceled. My pops just woke up.
Â
Digger Ducane set his fork down on his plate when he saw the shocked expression on his daughterâs face. Pilar had been walking around giving him the shit treatment for weeks, but right now his baby girl looked like somebody had slapped the taste out of her mouth.
âHe woke the hell up?â she shrieked, and then started punching numbers into her cell phone as she dashed from the kitchen.
âPilar!â Digger called out behind her. âWho woke up, Pilar? Who woke up?â
But his daughter ran up the stairs without answering and Diggerâs heart skipped a beat as he stared down at the half-eaten stack of blueberry pancakes on his plate.
Oh shit, he thought as his mouth went dry. He woke the hell up?
He grunted. There was only one damn person Pilar could have been talking about and he knew exactly who that was: his brother-in-law, Viceroy Dominion.
A wave of guilt washed over Digger and turned his bacon sour in his stomach. Viceroy had been his runninâ dog for over thirty years. Heâd gotten Digger started in the logistics business and had even financed his very first business loan. His brother-in-law was a ruthless businessman and he wasnât the type to take betrayal lightly.
Especially the kind of betrayal that Digger had pulled on him when he jumped across the tracks and switched over to Rodney Ruddmanâs team.
Digger pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. His sister Selah was barely speaking to him behind that shit. She had been mad as hell when she found out he was leaving Dominion Oil while Viceroy was down and out. But Selah wasnât half as pissed as Viceroy was gonna be when he got wind of that shit, and Digger knew there was shoânuff gonna be some hell to pay when that little bit of news landed in Viceroyâs lap.
Which didnât make his current fucked-up situation at Ruddman Energy any easier either. After just a short time at his new job, Digger had managed to step on his own dick and get caught up with the wrong people.
When the economy tanked and his contracts started drying up at Dominion Oil, Digger had sworn on his dead wifeâs grave that he would never again get so damn broke that his credit cards melted in a roadside steak house and his baby girl couldnât afford to buy herself a new pair of shoes.
He knew the only person who could guarantee that Pilarâs future was secure was him, so after taking the job at Ruddman Energy and scoping out what he thought was a wide-open deal, Digger had jumped under the covers with an outside trucking firm and made a back-alley deal to undercut a few of Rodney Ruddmanâs shipping products.
It wasnât a whole lot, just some extra shit that he had leftover from his days at Dominion Oil. But Digger had hooked up a deal to sell his products to a local trucking firm at half the price that Ruddman charged them, and he stood to make a solid hunk of change under the table.
But for some damn reason, at the last minute, just
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