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Her mouth drops open before her lips form a sneer. “We are doing this docuseries to show your father’s life.”

“I know. You all seem so obsessed with honoring him,” I murmur, “so I’ll do the same. They want the truth, right? A peek behind the curtains? I’ll give them all that. I’ll tell them everything that happened.”

Her face pales as she stares, no doubt realizing how serious I am.

“You should let your father rest in peace.” She frowns, playing the concerned victim.

How fucking dare she?

“No. I don’t think I will.” I smirk. “I don’t get peace, so why should he? Why should you?” I step closer. “You’re scared I’m going to ruin you. Let me tell you, Terrie, I am going to ruin you. I’m going to take everything you love and I’m going to crush it. You want fame, right? You fucked your way to it and sold your body and soul. I hope it was worth it because you’ll regret the type of fame I’m going to give you.”

Her slap rocks my head to the side, and I prod my bleeding lip with my tongue as I turn my head. Kage has her hand held midair where she went to slap me again. He’s furious.

“Let her go,” I tell him, and he hesitates but shoves her hand back.

She thinks she’s won. She thinks I won’t hit back.

I step closer and slam my hand across her face with every inch of strength I have. I watch her stumble and almost fall on her heels, her shocked face turning back to mine. There is a clear handprint across her cheek, and her eyes water as I reach out and grip her hair, tugging her closer. “How do you like it? Not nice, is it? Don’t dish out what you can’t take, Terrie.” Running my hand through her hair, I straighten it for her. “I’ll be seeing you soon. Say hi to your husband for me. I’m sure you’ll be on your knees, begging for my help before I’m through, and I can’t wait for that day.”

I turn to Kage and see him glaring at the woman. “You’re right, I’m hungry, so let’s eat,” I tell him. “We have a lot of work to do when we’re done.” Taking his hand, I pull him after me, making sure to hit her shoulder as I pass. I dismiss her, giving her my back so she knows she might have scared me once, but not anymore.

Always needing the last word, she speaks, her voice shrill and loud. “You’ll regret this, Fallon! We will ruin you! We will fucking destroy you!” she screams after me, drawing a crowd.

“Good luck trying,” I call as I open the door and spare her a look. “Many have tried and failed.” I blow her a kiss as I walk inside the restaurant, Kage at my side.

TWENTY-THREE

Pressing my thumb into the healing split on Fallon’s lip, I meet her eyes. “Are you ready for this?”

“With everything in me.” She peers into the LED mirror in the dressing room, then something dark enters her gaze, something unhinged. “Kiss me.”

My eyebrows rise as she turns her head to smirk at me.

“Hard, kiss me hard and make my split lip reopen. They struck first. I’m just striking back.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I back her into the door, slamming my lips onto hers. She groans, her tongue tangling with mine as I deepen the kiss. It turns rough and hard until I taste her blood between our lips, but I don’t stop.

Her moans urge me on, and my hand slides down her side, gripping her thigh and hoisting her up until her legs wrap around me. Her dress bunches at her waist so her panty-clad pussy presses against my slacks.

Yes, I matched my outfit with hers again. She’s dressed in all black like she’s heading to a funeral. It’s skintight and short with a wide belt and wider shoulders. Her beautiful hair is brushed back, with curls framing her stunning face, and I grab them now, making a mess of all her hard work. My black silk shirt is undone, exposing most of my chest, and her hand slips in it, stroking my abs. I groan loudly as I pull her dress higher, desperate to feel her soft, perfect skin.

There’s a knock at the door behind her, and we break apart, breathing heavily, her lip bleeding like she wanted.

“What?” I snap, my eyes still on her pink lips, wanting to feel them again.

“Um, Fallon? Kage? They are ready for you,” Elijah says.

“They can wait until my girl is ready,” I reply, gripping her throat as I kiss her again. They can wait; they can all fucking wait. She’s all that matters.

“Kage,” she murmurs, but when my hand presses against her cunt, she shuts up, kissing me back before she rips away, breathing heavily.

“Not now. If you’re good, I’ll let you play later.”

“Promise?” I ask, dragging my lips across her cheek.

“Yes, but only if you behave,” she warns, ordering me around so easily, and I know she’s right. I’m like a fucking puppy when it comes to her.

“Fine.” I sigh, letting her heels hit the floor.

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