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I had to do what I must quickly and return for them. “His brothers are married, aren’t they?”
“They are.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “I don’t see how that’s important to the plan.”
“You wouldn’t. You’re not the smartest person I know,” I said, not caring what he would do to me. My father had a violent temper, he’d beat me up often when I failed his task, but I had a lot to protect. I was no longer going to run or be afraid of him.
“Careful child—”
“Bring me a list of their family tree. I need to find my target.” Someone who wasn’t very strong-willed. Someone I could convince and use.
My father called for one of his men, and they had the Vadim family tree ready within minutes.
I swiped through the iPad, pausing when I spotted one of the ladies with blonde hair. She’d married into the family three years ago and owned an art gallery. Mariana Lopez Vadim.
A smile pulled on my lips. “I think I just found my prey.”
My father’s wicked smirk mirrored my own. “Then it’s settled.” He took the iPad from me and passed it to one of his men. “When are you meeting with her?”
“This afternoon, find her location and get a car ready.” All I needed to do was plead with her, telling her I had vital information on how to take my father down. She’d believe me if I gave her a reason to and looked like I meant it. “Get me a few ugly clothes, too.”
Michael glanced at my father for approval. My father nodded, and he left the room to prepare the things I asked for.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” my father warned, snarling. Make one wrong move, and you’ll never see your children again.”
I knew him, and I knew he wasn’t bluffing. If he knew he couldn’t keep them from me, he would kill them just to satiate his ego. He was like an animal who knew nothing about family.
I caught his gaze with a cocky grin. If only he had an idea how thirsty I was for his blood. “Touch a hair on their head, and I’ll be the one to kill you. Trust me, it won’t be an easy death.”
He recoiled a little, horror flashing in his eyes. I liked it. I reveled in the fact that he now knew I was just like him. I could be ruthless, wicked, and evil when dared.
I was my father’s daughter.
Chapter 2 - Maxim
I wasn’t immune to having a woman’s mouth on my cock until I met Gianna six years ago. Now, the only way I could get some release was by leaning my head back, closing my eyes, and picturing her in my mind.
The chick on her knees in front of me groaned, her eyes watering as she took me as far in as she could, my cock hitting the back of her throat and her head bobbing. Her small, cold hands pumped me as she went.
I hated to be the party pooper, but her effort was a waste. She wasn’t Gianna, even if she took me all the way down to her stomach, she wasn’t the woman I loved.
I met Gianna six years ago when I went to take care of the Outfits in New York. She was so fucking beautiful and young. Light brown eyes that caught my attention in an instant, wavy, copper-red hair that cascaded all the way down to her heart-shaped ass. And a smile that could melt a heart as stone-cold as mine.
The second we met, she tried flirting with me, helping herself to my scotch, and leaning in so close I could inhale her soft, vanilla scent. That was all it took for me to fall in love with her.
I’d lost my mind when some of the men in the club tried to beat her over a debt. I couldn’t let anyone lay a finger on her. She was too precious.
After I saved her that night, she told me how she was an orphan and worked in the bar to earn money. I wanted to bring her back to Chicago with me, but things hadn’t settled down here and I got an order from Sergey to return.
It was too dangerous to bring her with me in the middle of a war, and I didn’t know if I would even make it. So I made a stupid decision; broke up with her and left her in New York
That was the last time I heard from her or saw her.
Heavens knew I missed her so much it physically hurt.
The woman stopped stroking me. She tilted her head to look at me, noticing I was distracted. “Is everything okay?”
I glanced down at her, feeling rage bubble in my chest but reminding myself she wasn’t the cause of it. “I’m fine,” I answered, my voice gruffer than I intended.
“Are you not enjoying this? I could go faster if you want.” Her voice was so low. It always was. I often wondered if she was afraid of me or was trying to seduce me.
