ChapterThree
ARES
One day,I will wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze the fucking life from her body.This little bitch thinks she can mess with me.She’s fucking with the wrong man.
With the barrel of a Glock jammed into my stomach, I don’t have any choice but to let her go.I can tell by the murderous look in her eyes that she’ll pull the trigger.This is a girl who takes action.Otherwise, Belen wouldn’t have let her manage his most profitable club.
“This isn’t over,” I tell her, stepping away from the door.“I’ll find you, Little Dragon.And when I do, your mouthy ass is mine.”
Ophelia lowers the gun and smirks.“I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be,” I snap at her.
Ophelia stares at me like she’s trying to size me up.I have never met a woman so formidable.
It’s sexy as hell.
Ophelia wasn’t this hot a few years ago.She’s grown into her body… and what a fucking body.She’s thick in all the right places, with a big ass I want to fuck and huge tits falling out of her top.
In her early twenties, Ophelia is wise beyond her years and mature for her age.Being Belen Drakos’s only daughter has hardened her beautiful exterior.Losing her mother six months ago, only to find out we are her replacement family, adds to her anger.
As she glares at me, I think about how I will torture her.I dream of the pain I will inflict as she’s writhing beneath me.I imagine marking her body with my hands, tongue, and cock.
“Well, I’m not scared of you,” she says with a bored look, stuffing the gun into her waistband.She clutches the bag over her shoulder and bumps her elbow into my chest.“I’ve got a few more guns with your name on them if you think about coming near me again.”
Ophelia Drakos is tiny, so small I could tuck her under my arm, but she doesn’t fuck around.
And it turns me on.
With a body made for sin, she looks damn good in this skin-tight tank top and short, spandex shorts that mold to her thick thighs.She’s very curvy.If she’s self-conscious about being bigger than most girls, she doesn’t act like it.Ophelia carries herself like she rules the world and everyone in it.
But so does Belen.
She learned it from him.
“Phe,” Belen says from the entrance to the sitting room, “I’m not joking.I will disown you if you leave.”
“I have money,” she fires back and pulls open the front door without a care in the world, like she’s untouchable.“I don’t need you anymore.”
“I’ll freeze your trust fund,” her dad threatens as he walks toward us.“You won’t be able to blink without one of my men following you around Beacon Bay.”
She turns to face him, breathing hard through her nose, eyes wide with fury.“You’re choosingthemover me?”
He shakes his dark head of hair, inching toward her with a stern look.“I’m choosing to have a family again.I want you to be a part of it.Once you get over the initial shock of the engagement, you’ll see this is good for both of us.You’ve known Athena for years.Has she ever been anything but nice to you?”
Ophelia presses her lips together, deep in thought.She knows he’s right.Our parents only started dating two months ago, four months after Cora died of cancer.My mom was with her friend every step of the way.There wasn’t a day she wasn’t at the Drakos’s house helping her best friend be more comfortable in her final stage of life.
Belen shuts the front door and hovers over his daughter.“This is what your mother wanted.”
She snorts at the idea.“No, she didn’t.”
“It’s true,” my mother says.“Cora asked me to take care of your father.And you.”
“She didn’t ask you to fuck him.”
I want to wring her neck for speaking to my mother this way.Just wait until I get my hands on her.Wait until she’s alone at night with no one to protect her.I’m the man who will haunt her nightmares.
“Knowing my mom, she wanted you to come over and cook for him,” Ophelia continues, her voice rising a few octaves.“Check on the house.See if he’s okay.There’s no way she said to marry her husband after she died.”
