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“Dad, I was young and impressionable until I wasn’t.”
Code in my world for ‘he crossed me, and I killed him.’
“So you left the kingpins alone and moved onto white mafia guys? I thought we were done with that shit! When Anson said you wanted nothing to do with Duke, I figured ok we’ll get him off your back.”
The tiny hairs stood all over my body. My uncle didn’t act alone. Why was I surprised? They did everything together.
“That motherfucker was obsessed with you, Kennedy,” Dad continued. “Is he obsessed with you too?” He stroked his salt and pepper beard like he was putting clues together.
“Yes,” Franco roared, inching closer to Dad.
His pretty boy face morphed into a scary mask I didn’t recognize. I tried pulling him back, but he was so strong. I felt like a tree branch trying to stop a boulder from going over the edge of a cliff. I noticed in my periphery Clip’s hand curled into a fist. He wanted to step in and stop his boss.
“Mr. Carter.” Venom dripped on my father’s name.
“The difference is I’d never hurt her. Duke is crazy and on my fucking shit list,” he shouted so loud his voice bounced off the walls. If there were guests in the backyard, they heard him.
Dad stuffed his hands in his tan slacks’ pockets, smiling in Franco’s face. Dad was about six three and Franco was six four. They were close in height.
It was like a Doberman Pinscher and a Rottweiler stood toe-to-toe. Neither was willing to back down.
My arms curled around Franco’s and my nose brushed his arm. “Franco, baby?”
His wild eyes landed on mine. His eyes softened as he drank me in.
“I’d like to talk to Quinn.”
He blinked, remembering the real reason we were here. “Yes, sweetheart. Of course.”
I peeked at my father. “Franco adores me. He’d never hurt me. Nor cross me. You and I have much to discuss, but right now I’d like to help my cousin prepare the food for the feast.”
He took a step back. “Get settled in one of the guest rooms. Later we’ll meet in my office.”
Dad didn’t wait for my response. He turned on his heels and sauntered outside.
Shit! We can’t stay here.
Franco pulled me into his arms. My hands slid along his broad shoulders.
He possessively gripped my chin. “You didn’t think I should’ve known about Reggie before we arrived?”
My heart slammed against my chest.
“I should’ve told you, but I didn’t know how to approach the subject.”
“How about this: Franco, my father had a kingpin all lined up to take my hand in marriage. Oh, and he would never. I mean, never allow me to marry a white man,” he bit out.
A wicked smile curled his lips. “You’ll pay for this on your knees tonight. Kennedy, I don’t give a fuck about Reggie or Duke. You’re my wife. You have no idea how hard that makes my cock, knowing that you belong to me.”
His tongue slid across my lower lip. Wetness pooled in my panties. I wished we could dip into the bathroom where I’d let him fuck me from behind as another form of punishment.
“Not to mention, wife, we’ll continue making a baby tonight,” he chuckled, before sucking on my lips.
“You’ll give birth to all four of my fucking heirs.”
My brows lowered. “Franco,” I growled.
“If another man from your past steps forward tonight, I’ll kill him instantly.”
