“I’ve never had an issue with language, I just choose not to communicate with people who like to hear themselves talk.”
“Oh, Emma, isn’t he a doll?” She acts like I didn’t just insult her. I start to step away, and she grabs my arm. “That new psychologist isn’t working out, is she? Too inexperienced. I just don’t think she’s going to make it. Of course, I’ll give her a proper evaluation and make that decision,” she tells Emma, while her hands are still on me.
I jack it away, and she gasps, “I’m so sorry, I forgot the Russians, especially ones from lower-class beginnings, have a hard time with touch.”
“Germans too?” Comes from behind me, Faulker. She stiffens. “Or maybe it’s you who has a hard time hearing words like, I think that’s a bit inappropriate to ask of a patient, or ‘ get off your knees, it’s not happening, or get your hand off my dick. Social class? You can get fucked on that. I’m rich as fuck.”
Deacon’s eyes slice to me. I hold my hands up, “She didn’t go to her knees for me, I’d piss on a woman who insisted I needed meds because I was emotionally stunted.”
“That’s enough,” Deacon says, looking at Faulker and me.
“They’re liars.” She spits.
“I prefer filthy foreigner,” Faulker smiles proudly. “You called me that right after I called you a deranged whore.”
“Where’s Sofie’s sister?” I demand.
“Who?” Rathburn hisses.
“Don’twhome, you ignorant bitch,” I snap.
Deacon jacks me back, “Let’s go.”
As we head down the corridor, I see two big fuckers standing sentry at the door.
“Oh, hell no,” I jog toward them, and they don’t move. “Get the fuck out of my way.”
“Is he barefoot in sandals at an ice rink?” One asks the other, ignoring me altogether.
“I have more respect for that than if he were wearing socks.” The other chuckles.
I grab his shirt, and he doesn’t even flinch, amusement dancing in his eyes, he says. “You don’t want to do that, man. Not a good start to our…relationship.”
“Who the fuck do you think?—”
“Legacy.”
I don’t let go, “Why the fuck are you standing in my way?”
The door flies open, and I hear her, “You’re done here. In fact, you’re done everywhere as far as I’m concerned. Do not come here —”
“You don’t own this team, this building,” whichever sister it is laughs maniacally. “In fact, you own nothing.”
“Either will you when you have to get a job to pay taxes on the properties you’ve managed to get out of my him.” Sofie sneers.
“You mind letting go of my shirt?” Whoever the fuck he is asks.
I let go at the same time Sofie and my eyes meet, and then I see them.Matteo and James.
I shove him away from me, “You’re fired.”
“Technically, we never signed a contract,” he says.
I shove past him and face her sister, “She said get the fuck out.”
She looks shocked and offended. “Do you know who I am?”
I step beside Sofie, not shielding her, anchoring myself. “I don’t need your name to recognize a jealous, pretentious bitch who’s spent her whole life mistaking polish for worth. You think you belong here because your name’s on the box? Newsflash, it doesn’t make it yours.”
