“You’re my nothing.” The words are out before I can temper them, but I lift my chin, defiantly. “And you’re wrong; I signed a prenup, I made Luthor draw one up.”
“And it seems he went behind your back and gave you everything you didn't want.” His smile morphs into a grin. “And thank you very much, Mr. Luthor Wentzell for making me a very rich man.”
I can only stare at him. Is he unhinged or just a psychopath?
But I stiffen my spine. “Even if that’s true, you’ll get nothing from me, Guerilla. Nothing,” I emphasize. “Because you’re nothing to me.”
His grin widens, and there’s a maniacal look in his eyes. “I’m your entire world, Leeva. And you’re going to hand everything to me.”
Regardless of my growing fear and the pain and dizziness from my injuries, I laugh. Maybe I’m unhinged myself, but facing off, finally, with this piece of shit who’s haunted me for too long gives me courage. “Yeah, how about no, fuckface.”
His grin fades. “I don’t like you swearing.”
“Does it look like I give a shit?” My aching body warns that I should sit down and rest, or at least take stock of my injuries from the car crash, but I refuse to do so.
Anger coats his face as his eyes skate over me. “And I really don’t like that you went to a fucking sex club. You’re too sweet and pure, and my dick of a brother corrupted you. Lots is going to change.”
“Yeah, that’s a hard pass.” Courage and defiance surge through me because this man will get nothing further from me. He’ll take nothing else from me. I tremble, thinking of the little baby girl I lost, but I can’t focus on that right now.
“Nothing is going to change, Guerilla, because you’re nothing to me but a piece of shit that smears my past.”
His nostrils flare. “This defiance doesn’t suit you, little lamb. But do you know what I think?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “You will do everything I say, and you will give me everything I want.”
“Again with the delusional bullshit.” I really shouldn’t taunt him, given my current situation, but honestly, fuck him. Iwasa docile little lamb when it came to him when I was younger, but I’m no longer that vulnerable, naïve, foolish young woman. “Even if I’m the wealthiest woman in the world, you’ll get shit from me.”
“You owe me. What I did with those three Club Pussy is your fault.”
I’m getting whiplash trying to follow his logic.
“I cheated on you, Leeva, because I knew you loved my brother.”
I know he’s just trying to get under my skin, but I can’t help it. “Yeah, that sounds likegreatjustification, asshole.”
“You always murmured his name in your sleep.” For a second, I see the pain that caused him, but then he flashes me a smug little smirk. “I knew I’d never have you completely.”
“So, you fucked around on me?”
“Just like you were with me.”
“I never cheated on you, Guerilla.”
“Maybe not physically, but I’d never have you the way you wanted him to have you.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Then why did you ever pursue me in the first place?”
Suddenly, I’m deflated and exhausted. So many mistakes, and so many ways all this could’ve been avoided.
“Don’t you see how this is a vicious cycle, Guerilla? You don’t want me; you only want me because Hayes does. Just let me go.”
He straightens, any sign of vulnerability gone. “Oh no, little lamb. Not when I’m set to be a billionaire.”
“The Wentzell money isn’t mine or yours.”
“And since I am,” he continues as if I hadn’t spoken, “the group that’s been backing me to get to you wants a piece of that pie, too. And if I don’t deliver, I’m as good as dead.”
“Look,” I try to reason, but he cuts me off.
“And you’re going to be my docile, compliant little lamb, because if you aren’t,” he warns, and a shiver of pure fear rakes through me, “I’ll hand my brother over tola morte, the death ring that’s been helping me. Then I’ll make you watch as Hayes fights for his life until he’s finally slaughtered.”
