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No, Billie. No. You will not let this obsession with bad boys get you disbarred or killed. You get out of that house tonight. When he goes to sleep. You run. You fucking run, Billie.

Chapter 14 - Pietor

The color in Billie’s cheeks was absolutely fantastic, and my cock twitched as I fired up the car to head back to the house. She sat there next to me, and the fact that she was just a few feet away, easy to grab, was almost too much for me to bear.

She’d clearly been very worked up about being so close to me, and teasing her like that had filled me with a joy that I’d never experienced. Fuck, she was just so damn fun to play with.

And I wanted more.

Because I really fucking enjoyed making her wear that embarrassment, especially out there in public on that bench, and making Billie face the fact that she was clearly attracted to me. And I knew she was. I knew what that looked like.

And there was no mistaking the tiny whimper she’d released when I’d hovered my lips over her neck.

“So, Billie,” I said, breaking the silence, “why law?”

She froze in her seat and looked at me with her brows down over her eyes. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Why did you go into law?”

“Are you actually making small talk right now?"

The way she bit out the words confirmed that she’d wanted to avoid talking. Well, tough.

“I’m curious. I want to know everything about you.”

I watched her blanch as I looked over for a moment, and the gentle parting of her lips was so very pretty.

“I…” she shook her head, looking forward out the dash again. “I wanted to help make a difference, to protect those who needed it.”

I scoffed. The line sounded practiced.

“I’m serious. Thank you very much. I want to help people. I was adopted as a baby, and the people who took me in were good and kind and got screwed over by a corporation who didn’t give a shit about their employees.”

That did not sound practiced, and I’d read as much about the adoption. The thing had been a closed arrangement, and the records sealed. Ivan, however, had cracked them, and it turned out that Billie’s biological mother was a junky teen.

“Fair enough. And how was life in suburbia? Picket fence, dog, two point five kids?”

It was her turn to scoff, and she glared over at me. “For your information, my parents were not well off—downright poor most days. I’ve had to work and fight for everything I’ve ever gotten in this life, and then the only people who’d been there for me died in a car accident. So, you know, great. Real nice fence.”

Something kicked behind my ribcage, and I thought back to my own upbringing. My mother was a proper mafia wife since she was eighteen, and my father had been a piece of shit. He’d died when I was just ten, and my mother had taken over the family. She kept us together. Hell, she brought Lev in, and we grew through the ranks of the New York Vadims until our recent relocation.

“Hmm. I…see what you mean. Wasn’t exactly rolling in the dough when I was growing up, either. It’s…well, it’s fucking weird some days to have it now. But I’ve fought for every damn penny I earned alongside my cousin.”

She paused, and I could see her look over in my peripheral vision as I pulled the car into the semicircle driveway.

“Your cousin…You guys close?” She unbuckled her seat belt, and I did the same, shutting off the car.

“This is his house, so yeah.”

Billie looked up at the mansion I now called home. She appeared to just drink it in for a moment and then reached for the door to get out.

I was quick to follow, but this time, I just stood at the front of the car, leaning on the hood until she passed me for the stairs.

She hesitated at the bottom of the steps when I wasn’t right behind her. “Are we going inside?”

With a smirk and a nod, I walked up to Billie, putting my hand on the small of her back.

“Just enjoying the view, sweetheart.”

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