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“We could make a deal,”she suggested as I strapped her foot up.
“I don’t make deals,” I told her.
“You haven't heard what I have to say,” she argued. “We have one thing in common.”
“What’s that?”
“We both hate Leslie and want her gone,” she said.
“I don’t hate your stepmother, and it will benefit us to have her at the helm, the Boleyn empire. She’s already offered Richmond territory, so…” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“She’snot at the helm. I am,” she angered, wincing as she knocked her ankle through frustration. “She had no right to do that. My father’s will hasn’t even been read yet. God, we haven't even buried my father yet, and she’s out there trying to destroy everything he built.”
Her breathing heaved in frustration as her chest rose and fell, and all I could think about was her being fucked in the library by my brother.
“It was executed through her lawyer, or was it your father’s lawyer?” I explained, as a waft of her intoxicating shampoo infiltrated my senses, like poison to weaken my senses. “Anyway, we haven't decided to take her offer, but she seems quick to offload it.”
I pulled away from her because my cock was getting hard and I wanted to fuck her, but I had to stay in control. This woman would destroy me if I let her. If he found out that Ezrah was fucking the daughter of Maxwell Boleyn, he would disapprove, perhaps disown him. But as the younger son, he would get away with it more than I would.
“Give me back my phone so I can call my father’s lawyer, Nicolae,” she demanded, pointing her irate finger at me, and I have to admit that her angry face was hot as fuck. “I need to get to the bottom of this shit. She has no right to sell my territory to you.”
“Fine,” I said, standing up, pleased to leave because this entire space, once used as our bike shed where we’d tinker on the bikes, is now her bedroom, and everything smells like her. Everywhere I look, there’s a piece of her.
On one hand, I know that she can’t stay here forever, but on the other hand, I will miss her once we turf her out. And I haven't decided what we’re going to do with her next. My mother seemed to have softened to Adina’s demise, the loss of her father, and the only world she knew was currently being erasedbefore her eyes. She told me that Adina’s mother had died of cancer not long ago, and not only did she show sympathy for her, but she also suggested that we should watch out for her and be her protectors.
It was obvious that our mother was plotting and scheming something that she had yet to divulge; whether or not our father knew what she was doing was a different story.
When I stepped out of the basement, I froze at the sight of several police crawling all over the Lud. Fuck. I shrank back into the basement with the intention of sneaking Adina out and hiding her in the forest above.
“What’s going on?” she asked, noticing my hesitation.
and was about to pull the door closed when Agent Magone appeared with two other officers, leading Conrad out of the frat house with his handcuffs behind his back.
“I have no idea,” I told her. “But the cops are currently arresting Conrad. The fuck did he do? He’s on the team. The fuck?”
I looked down at her, leaning back with her hands pressed into the mattress, head tilted to the side, biting her bottom lip, legs lying out in front of her, looking hot as hell. I took a deep breath to gather my shit together. Constantly reminding myself that she was our enemy’s daughter will only work for so long. Her father put my father in prison, yet I still wanted to fuck her.
She swallowed nervously as she lowered her gaze in both fear and shyness when she noticed the way I was looking at her. “It was you, wasn’t it?” she said as her pretty eyes glanced up as I stepped forward, only to lower them again.
“What?” I wasn’t sure what she was talking about and stepped down another step, closer to her.
“In the library,” she clarified. “It was you watching me, wasn't it?”
I stabbed her with a disapproving glare. “My brother was fucking you in the library in front of everyone like a dirty, little whore.”
Her eyes flicked to the side, then glanced up my face, probably to ascertain my mood. I stepped down the next step, and she swallowed again. There was nowhere she could hide, and even if she tried to hide, she wouldn’t get far with that ankle swollen like a bee sting.
“You liked it?” she stabbed confidently. “I know you liked watching.”
I stepped down another step, closer to my target. “That’s a wild assumption.”
She threw her head back and laughed, but it wasn’t sarcastic laughter; it was pure joy at what she thought was a joke. “You think that’s funny?”
Her laughter suddenly stopped as she bit her lip again, and my cock flinched. “Yes, because,” she looked up at me under her pretty eyelashes as she became restless from apprehension as to what I planned to do once I arrived at her feet. “It looked to me like you were enjoying it.”
“Really? What gave you that impression?” I pressed, stepping down to the floor on her level and stepping closer to her mattress.
