6. Without an Invitation

ALEXANDER

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It's been seven hours, forty nine minutes and twenty seconds since I felt the heat of her palm against my cheek. But I still couldn't stop thinking about it.

I'd slept with a whole number of women and none of them, no matter how much they felt they had control over me, no matter how much older they were than me, none of them has dared to lay a single finger on me…but this woman did, and she would get away with it too because, I didn't know why that silly move of hers was unbelievably hot.

Like insanely hot.

Her face lined with resentment and hatred, her nose flared as she gasped for air, her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes filled with disgust, her lashes flickered as she tried to avoid my eyes, her back pressed against the bed frame creating distance between us, everything, every detail, every contour, every freckle. I remember everything and every time I did, it made me marvel at her bravery and beauty.

I knew she wasn't ready, I knew she wasn't going to submit, especially after what happened with Rico her weak and pathetic husband.

Killing him was something I didn't regret— well I never regretted killing anyone— and if I was given the chance to do it again, I would do so…twice

After that slap and insult. I walked out of the room.

I wasn't going to force her to have sex with me, we're going to be together for a very long time, she could hate me till the sun stops burning and I wouldn't even give a fuck about it.

The door to my office opened, reminding me that I had files scattered over my desk— files which I needed to read through. I sighed. Who knew being a Don could be this boring. I looked up and met the eyes of a very familiar woman… Mother.

“ Lexy!”

She called the stupid nickname again. “ Don't call me that mother, I've told you! I hate it.” I bit out, gritting my teeth. Her smile widened.

“ You don't expect me to call you Alex do you?” She chuckled and pulled a seat in front of me and sat down.

She'd been calling me Lexy since my last fling. A stripper I'd brought home who thought we could be something more. She even got me a nickname ‘Lexy boo’ and since then, it stuck like glue and I was not pleased about it.

“ Have you gotten her?” Her tone turned serious as she looked at me. I gave her a curt nod.

“ Oh that's lovely!” She gushed. “ I can't wait to see her.”

“ I hope you didn't do anything stupid to her?” Her brows arched as she spoke, my lips lifted in a smirk.

“ But stupid what would you mean mama?”

Her eyes widened for a second and then she yelled. “ Did you fuck her?!”

I shrugged, looking back down at the document, ignoring her and I knew right now she was chewing the side of her mouth, clenching her teeth.

“ Answer me!” She snapped.

“ Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.”

Her fist tightened but then she drew in a calming breath as she closed her eyes. Slowly, she opened them and spoke. “ That poor girl!” She braced her chest. “ She'll probably be traumatised.”

I remained silent, letting her rant however she pleased.

“ You killed her husband, kidnapped her and then you f—”

“ I didn't fuck her, Okay you're happy.”

“ What made you admit it?” She was the one smirking this time.

“ Because, I didn't want you to have some crazy thoughts in your head. Now go, I'm busy.” I waved her away, fixing my eyes back on the file.

“ Is that how you treat your mother?”

“ Yes, now please leave mama.” I groaned and she chuckled and walked beside me, kissing my cheek gently. “ I'm proud of you son…always remember that.”

Her fingers lingered on my shoulders for a minute more before she turned and walked away, finally giving me some time to focus.

Focus.

Something I didn't have ever since Daphne came into my life, which was just yesterday. Such a short period of time and yet she'd taken over my senses.

My fingers tightened around the file as I reached for my cheek, rubbing it softly then I looked down and my eyes moved across the paper taking in its contents.

Our Prey.

Jacob.

The supposed leader of the Black Knights.

The cult group which had been messing with our deals and tonight, we were going to pay him a little visit and I'm sure he wouldn't mind us coming without an invitation.

And Daphne… I'll deal with her later.