“Yes, sir.” She didn’t halt before stating, “As you know, there is also a no-contest clause in the trust that reads: If any beneficiary under this instrument individually or in combination with any other person or persons directly or indirectly takes any action to challenge the distribution, beneficiary status, or the trust in part or in whole, no asset amount or property shall be distributed to the challenging person or entity. The challenging person or entity can also go kindly fuck themselves and receive the total sum of ten dollars.”
I met Don Azzaro and Gavriel’s hard gazes. I gave them a small smirk, baiting them, but unfortunately, they didn’t take it. When Gavriel growled, Don Azzaro said, “Careful, my talon. We can sort this out another day.”
“Don’t count on it, Ezequiel,” I said casually. A plan for revenge was already forming in my head. I would take down the Azzaro family from the inside.
His focus snapped to mine as he gave me another hard stare. “Youwillgive me the respect I have earned and will address me as Don Azzaro.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I shook my head. “You aren’tmydon. You were my father’s. I have no loyalty to you or your family. Should youearnthat respect with me, then I will address you otherwise.”
“Careful, child.”
As I turned back toward Mrs. Green, I leaned against the table. “You can continue.”
She slid over piles of papers to the three of us, and I looked over the long list of assets that I was inheriting. “The top document is a list of the entities and assets you will each individually be receiving. The subsequent filings are for the transfers, which you will each need to execute. Our office will then help facilitate the name changes and finalize those transfers.”
Don Azzaro and his son finished quickly and thanked Mrs. Greene for her time. Before they left, though, Gavriel stopped next to me. “I’ll be in touch regarding the club.”
I simply nodded, but then, before he was out the door, I turned toward him. “Please forward the latest accounting and operations statements for my review.”
I cherished the tightening of his lips as he gave me a curt nod and strode down the hall after his father. As I turned back to the documents before me, Andrea leaned back in her chair.
“Well, that wasn’t stressful at all.”
Signing my name on the last line, I slid everything back toward her and smiled. “He wasn’t happy about not getting the club, but he will deal.”
“I’m not worried about that. I was talking along the lines of having Don Azzaro in my office. Usually, either his wife or Gavriel comes in. He rarely handles the business himself.”
Leaning on the table, I sighed. “Well, I hope Dad knew what he was doing giving me the club. Mr. Azzaro and I have never been on great speaking terms. Not to mention that Dad knew just how much I disapproved of the Azzaros.”
“You could sell it to them for an inflated price.”
I nodded, but that dangerous plan came together more and more. “No. I think I have a better idea.” She lifted an eyebrow in question. “Attorney-client privilege?”
“There is a conflict of interest.” A grin appeared on her face as she chuckled, though. “Oh, fuck it. We’ve known each other for too long, and that family has pissed me off a time or two. Tell me.”
“LadyE,Iaskthat you review the proposal and allow me to use the funds for this project.”
Flipping through the portfolio my client had given me, I saw it was a solid plan. Acquisition of a piece of land on the outskirts of town, preliminary sketches of apartments with a center courtyard, including stores for everyone to shop at. In essence, we’d be creating a mini version of a town for those with dementia to feel as though they had some control over their lives, all while having full oversight by medical professionals.
“What’s in this for me?” I asked, folding the folio, setting it on the little wire table, and leaning on it, all while allowing my chest to be accentuated.
His gaze dropped to my tits as he licked his lips before he looked at me. “Whatever my Mistress wishes, of course. Does she want a new Coach bag?”
Waving my hand, I scoffed. “I don’t need an overpriced purse.”
“How about a vacation to somewhere warm? Alone, so she can truly relax. Fully paid. Cancun? Maldives? Wherever you wish to go.”
I let the corner of my mouth lift as I reached out and ran a single finger over the back of his hand. “This project is truly that important to you?”
I knew it was. His mother and grandmother had both been diagnosed, and he knew firsthand how hard it was for the families and those afflicted with dementia.
“Yes, Mistress. It is. I implore you to allow me to spend the funds to get this project moving. As you can see, I have everyone lined up and expect completion in two years. On page thirty-seven, you can see the personnel list that has already agreed to and the waitlist that has already accumulated.”
Nodding, I continued to run my finger up and down his hand, not missing how his breath hitched or how he adjusted how he was sitting. This was part of the game. I was his domme, financial domme to be specific. He loved that someone else had control over his finances. Jackson Carver had billions to his name. The man didn’t need to ask me for shit. No, he got off on having to beg for it. On having someone else be in control of something that was his.
I had quite a few clients, most of whom I saw exclusively at the Luscious Lounge. It was one of only three places in the city where just about anything went. I used to be a part-time executive assistant on the south side of town, but once I’d found out just how good of a femme domme I was and how much money I could bring in because of it? I’d quit my job and hadn’t looked back. It allowed me a ton of flexibility in my schedule, and I was pulling in more than enough to cover my bills every month, working only a few nights a week.
I looked around the little French café as if I were giving it consideration, when I recognized a man a couple tables away who had worked with my father. As they started talking, my finger swirled over the top of Jackson’s hand. They were discussing a shipment coming in from down south and not being subtle about the conversation at all. Even if my father hadn’t taught me what to listen for, I would have known what they were doing.
