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And as per the agreed terms, we hope that you have also prepared what we request for a trade. I was nearly at the end of the letter when Knight entered the room, holding a cup of water in his hand. He continued to approach me, but before I could, I waved the paper. “What’s all this for?” He stood and went to read the documents I had in my hand. “Letter of order and trade,” “What for? Sounds to me that you’re about to wreak havoc,” Leaning in, he whispered against my ear. “What if I am?” “Aren’t you done with war?”

“And some who are not.” I should have been insulted. Instead, I almost smiled. Cold, brutal honesty. No flattery. No lies. How refreshing after Richard. “And which am I, Mr. Knight?” I asked. “A player worth noting, or one who is not?” He studied me. For a long, unnerving beat, he said nothing. Just held my gaze, as though weighing me against some invisible scale. Finally, he murmured, “The answer depends on whether you plan to repeat your last mistake.”

CHAPTER ONE The elevator doors slid open with a sharp chime. I smoothed my skirt, exhaling slowly before stepping onto the executive floor. First day. New job. New boss. And apparently, the most impossible man on the planet. I knocked once on the glass door before pushing it open. “Miss Carter,” his voice cut sharp through the room, low and commanding, “you’re late.” I froze. “It’s eight fifty-five. I was told nine—” “Do you want to argue with me on your first day?” He didn’t even look up from his laptop, just flicked his hand dismissively.

“It isn’t the third day yet Mr. Knight, is it? Or are you so impatient that you can’t wait to have my daughter?” Even when he sounded brave, Warren could still feel the butterflies in his stomach. The billionaire snickered and reclined on his chair, “You sure are gutsy, Mr. Byrne. You’ve lost your senses as well as your manners. Well, lucky for you, I’m in a good mood today. Plus, I come in peace.” In peace? Well, if there was one thing Warren knew well, it was that Malcolm Knight never came in peace. At least this time, he had the decency to come to his office and not ‘kidnap’ him.

“We don’t make a habit of burning people’s homes down but that bastard deserves it.” “Who are you people?” Maribell wondered out loud. “We’re the Devil’s Knights, darlin’. You can call me Jude. We’re not like you’re thinking so you can wipe that terrified look off of your face.” The old man said, correctly judging the look on her face without looking at her. “Most of these guys are retired military and they’ve mostly gone legit.” Margo assured her. “Margo has known most of us since she was in diapers.” Jude rambled on.

[ Emerald ] I was sitting with Mrs. Kmight in her library with our coffee.She didn't give those skeptical look which I received from her husband but I wasn't at ease either. She gave me a tour of their mansion while Davian was discussing some business with his grandfather that's what I guess. "So what reason you find in my grandson that proves he will be a good husband for you?.I mean you gave your approval of this proposal when your grandparents asked you?"Mrs. Knight ran her finger on the rim of her cup.Her sharp brown eyes

"To use me for my skills and resources. While filling his heart with the same things you told me. When did that start? When did you start creating fake promises to me?" Anthony stood there for a moment. He took in the scene. He took in every word he heard and let it spin in his head before grabbing hold of it and piecing it together. He gulped deeply before clearing his throat to speak. "I don't...I don't remember. He told me about these knights... he read me stories.. very young age..." "It's been a while." Anthony nodded hastily, guiltily. "Yeah. It has...years...I promised him—"

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

I said, motioning for him to sit back down. "Miss Aria it is, then," he muttered, carefully taking a seat. I nodded, still smiling. I would definitely take Miss Aria over Mrs. Edge anyway. Eish, "Mrs."? It wasn't like we were married yet. Hell, we weren't even technically official yet... not that an official title was very far off, though. "Knight doesn’t usually take kids in," I noted, leaning forward slightly. "What makes you so special?" "He listens pretty well," Knight’s deep voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

“Doesn’t talk much, but neither does Austin when he’s with his brothers. At least, he doesn’t talk about anything of importance. We have our in-depth life-altering conversations in bed.” “Those are the best kind.” I shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.” “True, but it sounds like you have a good one now, even if he’s kind of bossy.” I snorted. “Bossy doesn’t even begin.” “Mack seems like that too. Knight was a lot more laid back and he opened the door and showed me that chivalry isn’t entirely dead, even amongst the bad-ass motorcycle club sect.” I snorted. “You’re not wrong.”