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Chapter10
Ego
I’m still a little pissed at the fact I got caught not paying attention on the job.
What can I say?
Something about watching my Angel walking with that little boy, holding his tiny hand in hers like it was the most natural thing in the world, did something to me.
I never considered myself a family man.
Hell, I always figured I’d go out in a blaze of glory with nothing but regrets and gunpowder residue.
But suddenly, I want that.
Her.
Holding a little boy’s hand.
Our little boy.
Fuck.Me.Sideways.
It’s not like I hate kids or anything—I just always assumed I wasn’t cut out for that kind of life.I’m a rough and tumble kind of guy.My hands are more used to breaking bones than building Lego castles.
But now?
It’s all I can think about.
I want to put a ring on her finger, tie her to me in every damn way possible.I want to fill her up with my seed, get her round with my baby.
See her body change because of me.
Because of what we made together.
And Jesus fuck, now I’m hard as a rock pulling the SUV into the underground lot at Volkov Towers.
“Wow, this place is incredible,” she murmurs, eyes wide, mouth parted like she just stepped into another world.
I nod, because yeah, it is.
Top of the line everything.
Best security.State-of-the-art architecture.
Even the air down here smells like money and exclusivity.
But me?I’m used to it.What I’m not used to is this sudden burst of pride in showing her where I work.
What I do.
What I can offer.
And I sure as shit don’t want any of the other assholes upstairs laying eyes on her.Maybe Kane—he’s got his own woman now, and he’s solid.But the rest?
They can fuck right off.
