Page 100 of Lord of Debauchery

“No. We are not selling the bed and breakfast.” I glanced over at Beckham as he drove, the ride bumpy given the roads weren’t all flushed out yet. With the breeze blowing through his long hair, the stylish yet odd Caribbean-style clothes, and the oh-so deliciously dark shades covering his whiskey-colored eyes, I knew without a doubt he was the hottest man on the face of this earth.

Whew, baby, what I wanted the powerful man to do to me.

Especially since the last three months had been nothing but a pain in our asses.

“I never said we were selling the B & B. I love the place. I want to keep it in my hot little hands as a significant money maker. We can expand, moving up and down the East Coast. We can have more weddings, hire a couple wedding planners. I know a record company where I could likely lure in entertainment.”

He was having so much fun with this.

“You mean my hot little hands. You forget I’m a rich woman in my own right.”

He smiled wryly before slowing the Jeep, glancing around the tropical environment. “You’re never going to allow me to forget that. Will you? And where the fuck are we?”

Hearing the various nature sounds was something I could live with every day of my life. “What’s wrong, big boy? Scared some big animal is going to eat you?”

“Very funny.”

“I’ll protect you,” I cooed, unable to stop myself.

Reaching over, he grabbed my chin, squeezing as he dragged me halfway over the driveshaft. “You seem to forget who’s in charge, little lady.”

“Who, me? Never. Just follow the road like I told you and we’ll be there in no time.”

“I wish you’d tell me what the fuck we’re doing on an abandoned island.”

It was my turn to throw him a coy look. “Did moi say it was abandoned? Besides. Why would an island stuck in the middle of nowhere have a runway?”

“Uh-huh. Semantics. What are you up to?”

“Semantics? Silly man. Drive. Trust me.”

He scoffed. “Said the spider to the fly.” He drove, a grin remaining on his face.

I leaned back, enjoying the breeze, the feel of the ocean that was on the other side of the gorgeous palm trees and the scents of the wild. This truly was paradise, even if it had started out as something horrible, a location where the course of the world could be changed. Maybe it was fitting what I’d become determined to use the place for, but I had to admit I was nervous about his reaction.

And the money I’d spent.

And the changes I’d made.

And the invitations I’d sent out.

Biting my lip, as we got close to the clearing, I couldn’t help myself, standing with my hand gripping the top bar.

“What are you doing?” he barked.

“Enjoying the moment. Something I’m going to teach you how to do.”

“Oh, yes, the simple things. Let me guess. We’re honeymooning in a hut.”

“Exactly, big boy. Just what you need.” With all the horrors we’d faced, all the insanity of what had occurred and the aftermath that had taken until just a couple of months ago, we hadn’t had a single chance to go anywhere. We’d even eaten our meals inside his house given we’d become celebrities.

Saviors of the world, the entire Brotherhood had been coined. That was a little farfetched. However, the truth of what had occurred, the limitless possibilities the Death Squad had in the palm of their hands weren’t lost on anyone. We were lucky all the intricately woven riddles had been unraveled, allowing at least seventy percent of the various powerhouses of wealth and opulence to be seen for what they really were.

Money-grubbing assholes with no love of humanity. I’d always heard it said that everyone had a price for selling their souls but after the shit had hit the fan, I’d been more shocked than with any other aspect of the insanity.

And those mentioned?

The vice president of the freaking United States.

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