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“Twenty million a week.” He paused to mull that over. “That’s impressive.”“Thank you,” my father said.“It sounds like your current distributor is doing a fine job, so why do you need me?”My father paused as he considered his answer. “I know you can do better.”“But changing distributors will be a lengthy process. Is it worth an additional five million?”“Five million more is five million I don’t have,” my father said simply.“And your distributor can’t expand further?” Instead of just taking the job, he chose to dig, like he wanted all the specifics before he agreed. It was tedious, but it was smart.My father took a drink as he considered what to say. “We’re personally incompatible.”Theo stared at him for several seconds. “And why are you incompatible when you’re making money hand over fist together?”“Because I don’t like him.”“Why?” Theo pressed.My father struggled to maintain his composure, tired of talking about Axel and wanting to avoid all the specifics. “Because he’s a p

His hand moved to my arm, and he patted me. “We’ll have him by the balls soon, Axel. Just be patient.”4SCARLETTI was in the parlor on my laptop when the guards opened the door and Theo stepped inside. The second the door opened, a rush of cold winter air rushed inside and made bumps form on my arms. I was in a long-sleeved V-neck sweater, tucked into my ruffled skirt, so the air was definitely chilly.My eyes focused on him, his physique stretching the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt nicely. His dark jeans hung low on his hips, and his jawline was clean because he seemed to have shaved that morning. When he spotted me at the table, he took a seat across from me.I grabbed the top of my laptop and slowly closed it. “Nice to see you again.”He watched me with his hard gaze, a handsome man who probably got tail wherever he went. “Your father and I struck a deal.”My father hadn’t mentioned that to me, but I pretended he had. “Looks like I’ll be seeing more of you, then.” It was the f

I put the shells in the oven to bake before I carried the bowl to him. “Try it.” I slid my finger through the cream then held it up for him.He stared at me before he leaned forward and sucked the cream off my finger, his eyes on me the entire time.I dropped not-so-subtle hints that I wanted to spend the night with him, but I wouldn’t be the first one to make a move. If he wanted me, he had to take me. That was how I liked it. “What do you think?”He swallowed as his eyes remained locked on me. “Damn.”I smiled then returned the bowl to the counter. I could feel his gaze on my back, feel it on my ass. Thankfully, the shells only took a few minutes because they were so thin, so I pulled them out of the oven, let them cool, and then filled them with the cream. “Here you go.” I put it on a little plate and placed it in front of him before I sat beside him, dragging my finger through the cream before I sucked it off. “Damn, that is good.”He picked up the cannoli and took one big bite be

I shouldn’t give a shit…but I did.“Hello, beautiful.”I looked up when I heard the deep voice, knowing exactly who it belonged to. Theo stood in front of the table, wearing a black leather jacket that was dotted with waterdrops. The weather outside was a downpour. It started last night and was still going strong, flooding most of the streets and staining all the windows with streaks like the glass door of a shower. “Hey, handsome.” I flirted back even though it was disingenuous. I’d made a move on him—a lot of moves—and he didn’t take the bait.He sat across from me, espresso eyes regarding me. “What are you doing tonight?”“Falling asleep to the sound of the rain.”“You like this weather?”“I prefer summer, but I guess I don’t mind it.”“I love it.”“I figured. That’s what all men say.”“You want to get dinner?”“Why?”He stilled at my question, his sharp eyes focusing. “Eat. Talk. That sort of thing…”“And then you fuck afterward,” I said. “But you don’t seem interested in that.”A

“Please…” It was the first time I spoke, so scared my hands started to shake in my lap. I kept a straight face and bottled my tears, because my father would want me to be strong, not weak and afraid.Both Theo and Axel looked at me.It was the first time Axel actually looked at me, and his stare was soft and gentle…the way it used to be.Theo looked at my father and continued. “But Axel has mercifully chosen to spare your life. I think a sign of gratitude is in order.”My father didn’t say a word.Axel stared him down and waited for him to comply.But my father would rather die.A long silence ensued, a very heavy one.Theo looked at Axel. “Shoot this motherfucker⁠—”“You’re officially retired, Dante. Enjoy your billions on your yacht. Find a good woman. Spend time with your daughter.” Axel stared with his arms still crossed. “Enjoy your life. If you choose to retaliate, I’ll choose to kill you.” He spoke with a calm voice, but it had a hard edge to it. “You’re dismissed.”My father d