Girl Boss

Something about the sound of a gun cocking gives me goosebumps every time. Holding a power capable of killing someone with just the pull of a trigger. What a fucking rush!"Please."I turn my eyes toward the broken body lying on the ground. There's this blood trail that's a good three feet in length from where he was originally dropped by my men. And now he's at my feet, begging. "Who the fuck sent you?" I ask, running my fingers over the engraving of the gun. It was a gift from Leander when I turned eighteen. It's this beautiful rose gold gun with roses etched into the sides. One of a kind. Never another like it. Just like me."I don't know!" he cries out in agony.I back up a little and crouch down in front of him. I rest my elbows on my thighs and let the gun hang in between my legs. "So you're going to sit there and tell me that some man named Bob approached you with some large sum of money to take my head so Bob could put it on his mantle for the world to see?" I ask, craning my

I feel extra snappy between learning about that meeting until the man himself walks into my office. Then the blood is boiling aggressively, and it's taking everything in me not to deck his ass. But I take the comfort of standing at the window and not looking at him because that will just make me want to punch even more."Get the fuck out of my office," I say firmly. "We have nothing to talk about.""Rae," he sighs."No, don't Rae me, you jackass. You're the one who washed your hands of me when my father died, stating that you couldn't handle a woman in charge, so you gave me Leander. I've done a fucking good job without you, and I'll continue to do so without you."He sighs again. It's an annoying sigh. I watch his reflection in the glass pinch his nose. "Did you take care of the problem?""I'm trying to but his arrogance is keeping him from leaving my damn office," I reply. crossing my arms in front of my chest. I turn to look at him, "I'm not going to sit here and discuss matters th

Tyson Fielding is a good man and an even better head on his shoulders. He treats Mom with the respect she deserves and doesn't make it seem like she has to earn it. It was there, day one, no questions asked.Of course, I ran a thorough background check on him when I was ten because I could and because I had access to it. And since I've kept a watchful eye on him because Mom doesn't deserve to be burned again. She deserves to be happy.Tyson Fielding does business with the Howard Holdings Company, not because he has to, but because he wants to. He knew exactly what he was getting into when Mom married him and what investing in Howard means. Rae treats him with the respect he deserves because he's earned it. He doesn't expect it to be handed out freely just because of the familial ties to me.I appreciate his keen interest in security. In fact, his company, Fielding & Co., is listed as number three in my phone. Fielding & Co. has provided security to Howard and, therefore, to the Spence