“Yes. Of course I do. I’ve had it since you got it. I have all those that are close to my godfather,” I inform her.
“Oh, that makes sense.” Her face shifts, and then she drops her head to focus on her phone, saving my number. Once she’s done, she looks up with a smile and asks, “How is your family?”
“They’re great. My parents should be visiting soon and I’m sure they’ll want to have a big family get together.”
“That would be wonderful.” She rocks back and forth on her heels, biting down on her bottom lip, trying to look anywhere around the room where I don’t take up space. If I wanted, I could close the distance and force her to stare at me, but I let her off easy.
She has no idea what I’d do if I caved and decided that she was mine. I learned a long time ago that I’m a man who likes power and control. Anyone who dares to take what belongs to me would lose. Anyone who comes between us would perish. I feel my body tighten as the tension builds. I need to make my excuses and get out of here. Sliding my hand in my pocket, I pull out my phone, checking it.
“Sorry, Elsa, but I just got a text. I’m needed at the casino.” As much as I’d love to linger in her presence, it’s a foolish mistake.
Her body language immediately shifts to a cold, closed-off expression. “Oh, it’s okay. I hope everything is all right.”
“I’m sure it is, but you know they need the boss’s approval.” I wink and walk around her to the doorway, hoping that she sees I don’t dislike her. “Take it easy, and don’t talk tostrangers, especially boys. College guys may be charming, but they have nothing to offer at their age.” My voice is cold and controlling, but I’m deadly serious. My men will be added to her security to ensure to her safety and little frat fucks stay away from my future wife.
“Thanks, Miles. Don’t want to keep your people waiting.” I know I fucked up and offended her, but I have to let it go and walk out of the room without closing the door behind me.
My movements are rapid and necessary. When I enter the foyer, the doctor is departing as well. “I didn’t know she could scare you off,” her father chuckled.
“No, I have a matter to handle at the casino.” It doesn’t matter that I continue the lie.
“Do I need to be concerned?”
“Not at all. Just the usual issues.” He nods and I shake his hand and finally greet the doctor with a light jut of my chin.
“Oh, Mr. Ivanov, it’s quite good to see you. You’re looking in peak health.” My godfather gives him a curious look as he walked him toward the door.
“Yes, I should hope so. I’m a bit young to be taking a nosedive.” I arch my eyebrow. I’m glad my godfather’s surgical team was recommended by those in Steeleville and not here. I don’t quite trust their motives.
“Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Ivanov. I meant only that you seem extra spirited at the moment. Perhaps I misspoke.”
“Oh, Daddy, I didn’t know you still had company.” The doctor gives me a slight glance, and I glare at him to mind his next words.
“Actually, we were all just leaving,” I add.
“It was good to see you both. I hope the dinner tonight is successful. Keep me informed.” My godfather’s words are measured, but I understand.
“I will,” I remark. As both the doctor and I step outside, he smirks and says, “Oh, to be young again. Good luck, and if you are lucky enough to land such a young lady, don’t mess it up; some of us don’t get to start again.”
“She’s too young and under my protection,” I inform him and enter my vehicle, effectively closing the discussion that is none of his business. “Soon, Elsa, soon,” I mutter to myself as I drive off.
****
Four men gather around my dining table, each of them with their guards in the other room, unable to be far away. The food has been set up around the table, wine poured, and then I stand up and address the group. “Gentlemen, I’ve invited you here tonight to discuss some matters.”
The arrogant Antonio Santos puts his palm out and interrupts my next words. “We know why you invited us here.”
“Did I ask you to fucking speak?” I state as I stare him down, daring him to challenge me. Each of these men are the same age of my godfather and I’m the same as their sons who are a bunch of pussies. I could mop the floor with each of their boys, both physically and mentally. My wealth and success have been earned, so these bastards will give me my due respect or they will suffer.
“Look, kid, we’re not here to negotiate anything. We understand Martín’s in a predicament, and if he’s not careful, his empire could crumble.” They are playing a dangerous game.
“Watch your fucking mouth or you’ll lose your tongue. I might be young, but I’m not someone to play with. I expectcivility and respect in my home. I offered you a lovely meal, great wine, and excellent hospitality. Now I ask you to show me some respect, or else.” His jaw tics, but he then backs down and sits properly, simmering down before I show him why I’m in charge.
“He’s right, Santos. The young man has great skills and has shown us why he follows in Martín’s footsteps,” Novak interjects.
“You’re not even his son,” Rotello adds. “Why isn’t he speaking on his own behalf?”
I scoff. “No, I’m his godson, and I’ve been a part of his family for a long time. He is currently handling matters for the family hotels.”
