Role of a lifetime.
Good meets evil.
And I will take down the monster.
You just see if I don’t…
Chapter Two
Six months earlier
Kat
I was minding my own business, sitting in my office, looking at the books and wondering how the hell I’m going to keep my bar afloat when all it is doing is haemorrhaging money that I don’t have… I was minding my own, trying to deal with all the shit in my head… No money, fuck all customers, no Clark because he’s upped and fucked off––leaving me to deal with everything––no phone call, no note, no goddamn words from him… and then Nate fucking Knowles walked in to make my day even shittier. Not only do I have the brewery breathing down my fucking neck for their pound of flesh, but I’ve also got the most dangerous man to walk the earth sitting in front of me with a smirk on his face because he knows that I can’t give him shit.
He knows this business is on its knees.
He knows that I can’t pay up, and I guess my time of reckoning has come.
Except… it hasn’t come in the form that I thought it would. I figured I’d be led away, maybe cop a bullet in my head for a quick release from all of the stress I have carried around with me for the last few months. But no. Instead, Nate the Crime Lord has strolled in here like he owns the place and thrown down the gauntlet…
“So, you want to make me a deal?” I ask, flabbergasted that I may just survive another day.
“Yes,” he replies, his dark tones doing nothing to ease the worry in my mind.
“But I didn’t pay up in time,” I say, wondering what alternate universe I have woken up in to be given another lifeline.
“I am fully aware of that fact, Miss Wiltshire.” Oh damn. The way he says my name makes me shiver with… nerves? Excitement? Probably both with an added sense of fear chucked in for good measure.
“And why would you do that?” I ask, dreading what the answer may be whilst still being intrigued.
He chuckles as he sits in the seat opposite me, on the other side of my desk, and fucking hell, the noise alone is enough to pull you in and make you want this man for your own… if he weren’t an asshole who is only out for himself, of course.
“Because I want to fuck you,” he says, his eyes dark, his lips pulled together in a straight line, the chuckle he let out seconds ago long gone.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Seconds tick by and turn into minutes as silence engulfs us.
He wants to fuck me?
What the hell?
In another lifetime, I’d probably have been quite happy to jump on his dick… I mean, he’s gorgeous, there’s no doubt about it. Those sea-green eyes are captivating, that chiselled jaw just begs for me to run my tongue along it, those broad shoulders are made for my fingernails to dig in as I ride him, that black hair is begging to be tugged and have my fingers entwined through it as we come hard together… and then that ass is something straight out of a catalogue where only the buffest men grace the pages. And the tattoo I can see, snaking its way up the side of his neck and stopping just below his ear… Christ, I need to get a grip.
“I can see that you are struggling over there, so let me break it down for you,” he starts as he sits there, dominating the room. “I want to own you, command you and break you. I want you to need me like you have never needed anyone before. I want to be your everything and more,” he says, his sea-green eyes fixated on my light-blue ones.
“Why?” I whisper as I try to calm my racing heart.
“Why not?” he counters, looking as cool as a fucking cucumber.
“Why not?” I repeat back to him, my voice not hiding the emotions running through me. “You’ve just said you want to own me, command me and fucking break me… Forgive me for being more than a little confused about what the fuck is going on here.”
“First of all, we’re going to need to get that potty mouth of yours under control. I’m not going to have my wife dropping f-bombs all over the place,” he says, and I feel like the wind has been completely knocked out of my sails.
“Wife?” I question. “You want me to marry you?”
“Yes.” No further explanation, just a simple ‘Yes,’ as if that settles things.
“No way. Not happening,” I say, shaking my head from side to side, my eyes wide with shock.
