Page 13 of Professional Liar
“I’ll take you home. To my house. Our house. Not some rented corner of a random building which could be surrounded by who knows how many enemies.”
“My penthouse is safe.”
“And my house has an arsenal and ten men on guard duty. How many do you have at yours? Oh that’s right. You don’t believe in bodyguards. We are going to my house, end of discussion.”
I struggled to breathe, the corset pinching tighter with every exhale. The memories of my father cutting across my mother with those exact same words were too close. I loved my mother, but I wasn’t her.
She gave up everything for her husband.
I’d give everything to mine.
She fawned and preened for a man who didn’t want her.
My man would never want anyone but me.
She swallowed a hand full of pills when my father turned into a despicable monster.
No man would ever treat me like that. And if I went down, I’d sure as hell take him with me.
I straightened in the seat and glared fucking shotgun shells at him. “Say end of discussion one more fucking time.”
