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“I’m not for sale, Luca. I will not give you my body because you wrote a check.”
I am Luca Bianchi, and I always get what I want. Even if I have to lie, cheat, or steal for it. She will be my wife and the mother of my children.
If she knew what I’ve done for her, she would be thanking me.
When I reach the kitchen, I yank the flowers from the vase and throw them into the trash. I need to show Haven just what kind of guy I can be.
I want this fucker to hate me as much as I hate him. Even if I have to lie.
The thought of her touching another guy, let alone on her knees for another, sends me into a rage. I’m going to find out who it is, and I’m going to break his goddamn legs.
She wants to act like a kid, then I’ll treat her like one.
No one knows about our business deal here. Two years ago, I went to Bones with a plan to start a business that didn’t involve my father. I wanted something that was mine. Something I had control over. I had the perfect place and the money. I just needed someone to help me with it while I was in Italy. A partner. Bones was the perfect candidate. So we went into business together and bought Glass, a strip club in the heart of Sin City. Because it was once a run-down wedding chapel, it felt fitting.
He and Titan rarely sleep. They only crawl into a bed to fuck a woman.
The wife in question will produce three living heirs. Two of which must be sons. All cases after that will be up to Luca’s discretion.
“You will give me as many children as I want. You were born to fucking breed, and that’s exactly what you will do. You’ll give me an army of men who I will train to run this world. Just as I was.”
“Get mad, baby,” he whispers roughly. “Spread those soft legs and let me show you why you were always my favorite.”
Another lie. I haven’t been with anyone else since Haven. And it’s going to stay that way.
“You belong to me. And I won’t share you. Do you understand?”
I will not allow anyone to touch her. As long as I’m alive, I will protect her with my life.
She gives me a soft smile. “Luca was always supposed to be where you were.”
Haven Nicole Knowles belongs to me. Forever. Till death do us part. Which, in the life I live, could very well be tomorrow.
