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Alek is still withdrawing funds from our account, and the motherfucker is doing nothing to replenish it. Mind you, a lot of the money sitting in there is his by right.
I don’t care that he’s taking money. I just need answers. I need to understand what’s happening and why.
Even if I’m due to meet River for a business deal, I never said I was going to make it easy for him. Fortunately for him, I’m well known for my smashing personality.
Getting dressed in my tightest red dress with a slit up my leg and no bra, I apply my red lipstick and slide my hand over my hair to make sure not one hair is out of place. I consider my jewelry carefully. What do I feel like today? I reach for the black pearls.
“Are you ready, miss?” Vance asks as I slip my designer heels on.
“As ready as always for fuckery,” I say.
“Shouldn’t you eat first?” Clay suggests.
I give him a wry look. “I thought I hired you to fuck and take a bullet for me. Not to become my nanny.”
He says nothing and takes his place behind me with Vance. But now that he mentions it, I realize I can’t remember the last time I ate. Perhaps yesterday? Maybe that’s why my mood has soured immensely.
“But perhaps something small when we return won’t hurt,” I say. From the corner of my eye, I can tell he’s trying not to smirk. Idiot.
When we step out onto the patio, I feel my top lip curl up into a snarl.
“Anya.” River drawls out my name, and it’s like silk. Touching me in the softest of places, which only raises my hackles more.
My body is craving for touch. For release.
Fuckhead.
“Lake,” I purr. He opens the car door for me with an arrogant smile playing at his lips.
“Your men aren’t welcome,” he says, nodding to Vance and Clay.
“I don’t go anywhere without security,” I tell him.
“No one will harm you around me, of that I’m sure,” he says matter-of-factly. It’s not that I don’t believe him; it’s just that I don’t entirely trust him. For all I know, this could be a part of his grand scheme to overthrow me. River has balls, but I don’t know if any man is that bold. No one has yet dared try.
“Am I just supposed to take your word on that?” I scoff. “I didn’t agree to no security. I agreed to go on your jobs as some type of fucked-up payment. You understand I run my own jobs as well, right?”
He considers me as I refuse to get in his car, my arms folded over my chest.
A tic in his jaw jumps as he lets out a frustrated breath. “You can follow at a distance but always stay back. My buyers get skittish easily,” he tells them. They look at me for confirmation, and I nod.
“How does it feel?” he asks as I climb into his car, surprised that he has good taste in vehicles. This car is different from the other one I’ve seen him drive. I don’t know cars, but I know the touch and smell of luxury, especially when I’m sitting in it. He waits for me to answer him, leaning into the car.
“How does what feel?” I deadpan. I don’t have time for this fucker’s riddles.
“To have powerful men at your disposal?”
It irks me, the way he says it. Vance and Clay are powerful men, but I don’t take kindly to the tone and mockery he makes of them. Only I’m allowed to objectify them in that way.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” I throw back at him. Does he think it’s any different because I’m a woman? That he doesn’t have men beneath him who do what he says and when. Maybe he’s simply jealous because at least I fuck mine. Did fuck them. Will again. Whatever.
“Touché,” he replies as he shuts the door and walks around the car.
I roll my shoulders back, internally praying this is a quick meeting. If it’s not, I can’t guarantee what I might do on an empty stomach. And with the lack of sleep… well, some might call me a little crazy.
“I bought you something,” River says after closing the door and settling in the white leather seat beside me.
“You shouldn’t have,” I say dryly, and I mean it. I love gifts more than the next, but not from this fucker.
