needed a minute to myself. Coming in, he takes one look at me, then to her and nods. Cinn looked uncertain as to why I was leaving her with Ransom but we’d discuss it later. Bolting, I head to my office to make a call.
For five years the son of a bitch was twelve blocks from this building. I used to believe he set it up this way so he could keep an eye on our business. Now I knew he did it to fucking torture me. Breaking from his den and our joint venture was the smartest thing I’d ever done. Of course that’s when he started trying to kill me on a daily basis, but knowing she was close yet out of my reach was the worst kind of torture. Guaranteed, he got off on that shit.
“I told you she would want to come home – ” he answers smugly.
“Putt putt, mother fucker, ” I growl into the phone . “She can’t fucking swim either.”
“Why in the fuck would she need to know how to do either? ” he growls back in real confusion. In that moment, I wished I had instructed Ransom to shoot him in the heart instead of the legs. “We had a business to run not fucking play time. What are you, twelve?”
“I don’t trust you, ” I remind him. “You lied to me. The day you die I will rejoice, but trust me, Savage, she’s purring in my bed right now. She most certainly does not want to come back. ” His roar was a bonus. “Thank you for keeping her safe until I was ready for her, ” I say going for the jugular. “And Savage, she was ready for me .”
“She belongs to me! ” he screams. “I’m coming for her!”
“I look forward to it.”
Hanging up I decided fuck it, his death would end in drowning.
I was minding my own business sitting at the table reading a copy of The Art Of War by Sun Tzu when Savage took the seat across from mine and cracked a beer. I despised his interruption because this book was amazing and I couldn’t absorb the knowledge while he eye fucked me. “You and your books, ” he smiles taking it from my hands. If I was older, stronger, I’d bash his head in with the hand mixer sitting on the counter. However, I was sixteen and because of my numerous attempts to brain him, he’s kept potential weapons hidden. Flipping it over he skims the page before dropping it. “Have you spent all your free time reading trash or have you bothered to find Marco’s weakness as I’ve asked numerous times? ” Rolling my eyes, I stand up and grab my book keeping it safe in my hands.
“Marco’s weakness, as I’ve said numerous times, is his collection of priceless antiques.”
“Not his daughter?”
“No, ” I lie. Luna was a weakness, kind of … but I wanted her left alone. If Savage was stupid enough to try and take on someone of Marco’s ilk, I wanted her out of the way. Marco slitting his throat would be Christmas in July for both of us. “And I’ve said no the last six times you’ve asked.”
“I read, ” he says waving my attitude off. “Socrates said ‘living well and dying are one.’”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, ” I groan. “First of all, Socrates certainly did not say that. In fact, it was Epicurus who said the art of living well and dying well are one. Can we stop with the small talk now? I don’t like it.”
Laughing loud, he finishes his beer, stands up and kisses the top of my head and pauses. Opening my book back up he says, “Bean?”
“What? ” I return not bothering to look up.
“My achilles heel loves to read, ” he says from the door and to this I just smiled. Oh, if he only knew…
Not that I didn’t enjoy the opportunity to get to know Ransom better, but he looked like he’d rather dive into the pool sans water than be sitting here with me. Neither of us knew what to do. A master of small talk, I was not. I gave orders, could be a great listener if what was being said was worth listening to and preferred to plot; not…sit.
Looking around the poolroom, I took a seat on one of the plastic lounge chairs wondering what to do now. There was
For five years the son of a bitch was twelve blocks from this building. I used to believe he set it up this way so he could keep an eye on our business. Now I knew he did it to fucking torture me. Breaking from his den and our joint venture was the smartest thing I’d ever done. Of course that’s when he started trying to kill me on a daily basis, but knowing she was close yet out of my reach was the worst kind of torture. Guaranteed, he got off on that shit.
“I told you she would want to come home – ” he answers smugly.
“Putt putt, mother fucker, ” I growl into the phone . “She can’t fucking swim either.”
“Why in the fuck would she need to know how to do either? ” he growls back in real confusion. In that moment, I wished I had instructed Ransom to shoot him in the heart instead of the legs. “We had a business to run not fucking play time. What are you, twelve?”
“I don’t trust you, ” I remind him. “You lied to me. The day you die I will rejoice, but trust me, Savage, she’s purring in my bed right now. She most certainly does not want to come back. ” His roar was a bonus. “Thank you for keeping her safe until I was ready for her, ” I say going for the jugular. “And Savage, she was ready for me .”
“She belongs to me! ” he screams. “I’m coming for her!”
“I look forward to it.”
Hanging up I decided fuck it, his death would end in drowning.
I was minding my own business sitting at the table reading a copy of The Art Of War by Sun Tzu when Savage took the seat across from mine and cracked a beer. I despised his interruption because this book was amazing and I couldn’t absorb the knowledge while he eye fucked me. “You and your books, ” he smiles taking it from my hands. If I was older, stronger, I’d bash his head in with the hand mixer sitting on the counter. However, I was sixteen and because of my numerous attempts to brain him, he’s kept potential weapons hidden. Flipping it over he skims the page before dropping it. “Have you spent all your free time reading trash or have you bothered to find Marco’s weakness as I’ve asked numerous times? ” Rolling my eyes, I stand up and grab my book keeping it safe in my hands.
“Marco’s weakness, as I’ve said numerous times, is his collection of priceless antiques.”
“Not his daughter?”
“No, ” I lie. Luna was a weakness, kind of … but I wanted her left alone. If Savage was stupid enough to try and take on someone of Marco’s ilk, I wanted her out of the way. Marco slitting his throat would be Christmas in July for both of us. “And I’ve said no the last six times you’ve asked.”
“I read, ” he says waving my attitude off. “Socrates said ‘living well and dying are one.’”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, ” I groan. “First of all, Socrates certainly did not say that. In fact, it was Epicurus who said the art of living well and dying well are one. Can we stop with the small talk now? I don’t like it.”
Laughing loud, he finishes his beer, stands up and kisses the top of my head and pauses. Opening my book back up he says, “Bean?”
“What? ” I return not bothering to look up.
“My achilles heel loves to read, ” he says from the door and to this I just smiled. Oh, if he only knew…
Not that I didn’t enjoy the opportunity to get to know Ransom better, but he looked like he’d rather dive into the pool sans water than be sitting here with me. Neither of us knew what to do. A master of small talk, I was not. I gave orders, could be a great listener if what was being said was worth listening to and preferred to plot; not…sit.
Looking around the poolroom, I took a seat on one of the plastic lounge chairs wondering what to do now. There was
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