Sabine loudly clears her throat. “Well, unfortunately, wedoneed to get to the boardroom. A few of the other members have packed schedules today,” she says crisply, shooting Evelina a dark look.
“Too true,” Ed sighs. “Well, Bancroft?” He claps me on the shoulder. “Shall we finally make things official after all these months?”
Truth be told, I’d much rather stay here, lay Evelina out on the stage with her head hanging over the edge of it, and fuck her throat until I come on her face.
Fucking do it. We can make them all watch…
Settle down.
I clear my throat and nod. “Of course. Lead the way, Ed.”
He and Madeline turn and start heading back up the aisle. Sabine shoots me a glare, grimly shaking her head back and forth.
“You’re distracted,” she mouths at me.
“Mind your own business,” I mouth back.
She rolls her eyes and then wheels herself back up the aisle.
Evelina shivers when I turn to her with fire in my gaze. I step into her personal space, relishing the way she gasps softly and backs up against the stage when my hand wraps around her throat.
“My meeting is only an hour,” I growl, looking her right in the eye. “Don't fuckingmovefrom this spot. When I’m done, I’m going to come back here, bend you over the front row, and pound that slutty cunt until you squirt all over my cock. Is that understood?”
Her jaw drops open, her eyes staring at me as fire throbs behind her face.
“I asked you a question, Evelina. Is. That. Understood.”
She gasps, nodding eagerly as I squeeze the pressure points on her neck.
“Yes,” she chokes.
“Good girl.”
24
EVELINA
Good girl.
I shiver, biting my lip as the water cascades over my body.
There’s something wrong with me.
Clearly.
I’ve spent my entire life thus far knowing exactly who and what I am. A dutiful bratva daughter. A mafia princess. Sweet. Polite. Sheltered. Probably a little too naive about the world, especially given my family's business, but I’ve also beenokay with that.
Except now, I’m not so sure. About any of it.
I turn off the water and grab a towel from the hook, drying my hair before I wrap the towel around myself and walk from the showers into the dressing room.
For weeks, I’ve been desperately trying to convince myself that I’m in my current situation because of external forces beyond my control.
That Ihaveto remain involved with Vaughn because Ihaveto get into the Syndicate. If I don’t, Diego Torvallés will hurt people that I care about. I’ve been clinging to the narrative that I have to “endure” all of it so I can find out who the unknown Torvallés heir is.
I’m pretty sure it’s Carson King. I’ve poked around online, and Carson’s past really isn’tthathidden.
He’s the son of Rupert King, the founder and CEO of Rook Capital Investment Group, a multi-billion-dollar asset management firm. His mother is Victoria King, the epitome of “old money socialite”. They’ve both been linked todozensof very public extra-marital affairs, but for some reason they've never divorced.
