The Villain by Jordan Silver Page A

and put it on her finger. Yeah, she liked it; she couldn’t hide that shit from me. I chose a few other pieces for her before sending him on his way.
    “Let’s go, this is no way to spend your wedding day.”
    “It’s not like it’s a real wedding.” She said that as she was gazing at the Rock of Gibraltar I’d just put on her hand. I chose to ignore her shit, because I wasn’t in the mood to argue with her ass, I was more in the mood to spoil her, the jewelry had only whet my appetite.
    I had to organize her own security and get her tagged but I could do that later. I wasn’t planning on letting her out of my sight for a while yet so it was all-good for now.
    “Chase I want you to tap Andre for head of her security as soon as we get back. I also need to see Max about some gear for her.” I was gonna get her a full suit of body armor for when she was out and about.
    Thank fuck they’d become more sophisticated with that shit because women weren’t about to wear the old fashioned bulky vest. They were more interested in looking good than staying alive, weird fucking species.
    I took her shopping for a complete new wardrobe and that seemed to settle her ass down some, figures. Fucking female.
    My phone rang while she was in the dressing room and I answered without looking at the screen. I had my eyes peeled to where she’s disappeared because I was more fucking worried about her safety than my own.
    “Draco.”
    “Is it true?” I took the phone from my ear and looked at it. How the fuck had he heard already? I’m pretty sure Frank wouldn’t have told him. Ma probably went blabbing to one of her girls.
    “What’s it to you? When I’m ready to deal with you you’ll know until then...”
    “Look Santorini, whatever is between us is just that, you can’t involve my daughter in this, you and I both know that this is against the code.”
    He’s barking up the wrong fucking tree, she wasn’t going anywhere, she’d thunderbolt my ass and now she was mine.
    “Now you remember the code? Don’t come to me with that shit you fuck, you only remember the code when it suits your purposes, every other time you break the rules like a motherfucker.” I saw her coming out of the fitting room in her new designer shit and was done.
    “The next time you contact me without my say-so, I’m gonna put a hole in your ass.” I hung up the phone and turned to his daughter who was looking at me suspicious like.
    “Who was that?” I just lifted my brow at her, because although she might be the new ruler of my dick, there was no way she was gonna get away with questioning me about my shit.
    She got the message and just twirled around in the hot little dress she was trying on. “I like it.” I was happy as fuck that her taste didn’t run to the gauche or trashy so I wouldn’t have to tell her no.
    We left the place with half their shit because once she got started she didn’t stop. It was way past dinner so I took her to my club, which was closer.
    I wasn’t too jazzed about her being there because the place can get a bit raunchy at night with the clientele being what it was. Those trust fund babies that hung out at my place were up to more shady shit than half the men on my payroll.
    She didn’t realize it, but she was clingier than the day before. It was as though her inhibitions were relaxed a little bit. I didn’t miss her look when the hostess was overly exuberant in her greeting either. Any minute now I expected to hear the words ‘back off bitch’ come from her mouth.
    I was immensely pleased with this show of ownership when she actually moved herself closer into my side. That’s right baby mark your territory. I didn’t let her see my smile though because I was pretty sure she’d hand me my balls.
    It was good to know I wasn’t doing this love shit alone though. What the fuck? I actually stopped in my tracks at that one. Who the fuck falls in love in one day? It had to be the pussy that was all. I might