Page 69 of Breaker

“My money”

”—and about connecting our families.”

I let out a biting laugh. “This is a business transaction, Zane. Say it for what it is. You marry me, then you take control of my finances, my shares of Rune’s company, and then my life.”

He nods, a smirk turning up the corner of his mouth. “Like I said. Business.” He scoots closer, making me cringe back. Just his heat in my space is invasive. “And when I fuck you—

“You’ll never touch me or my money,” I hiss, my mind filling with images of my past and my future horror. “You’ll have to kill me first.”

“If that’s what it takes, my sweet little fiancé, I’ll fuck your corpse, then buy my next yacht with all your traitor money.”

“You would know about traitor money,” I say before I can think.

He steps back, eyeing me. “What did you say?”

“You’re a snake.” My smile is poisonous I push past him. “See you tonight,fiancé.”

Chapter 23

Cora

Ihate these functions.They involve fake people with fake smiles, all pretending they’re decent humans who actually care about the environment, homelessness, or hungry kids. Tonight, we’re at the Museum of Art, so it’s about preserving art expression or something.

I didn’t care enough to remember.

I guess I’m one of those people, too.

Most of the guests don’t care enough to remember, either. They only do it for a tax write-off and to clean up their image. Zane’s charity ball is an excuse to rub elbows with politicians, local law enforcement officials, and other corporate moguls so they can pat themselves on the back for going another year without being sent to prison. I think he just likes to dress up and uses these functions as an excuse to meet up with his lodge buddies. They come every year, too, and I hate being stuck in the same space as them.

Delly calls his lodge his boys club, and she’s right, although many have their wives join them for the yearly hunts.

Don Zimmer and his wife joined last year. And another, older man, I can never remember his name but loves to squeeze my ass whenever I have the misfortune of attending a meeting with him. There are three others, but I only remember their faces, not their names. Every single member is a business associate of Rune. Most he’s known for years and has held a membership almost as long.

If I’m actually forced to marry Zane, if my plan doesn’t work, I wonder if he will want me to go with him? The thought of being stuck in the middle of nowhere, dressed up in hunting gear, as we chase some poor deer through the woods makes my stomach ripple with dread.

My plan has to work. I just need to get Zane alone.

I lean forward and grip the metal railing, leaning against it as my eyes scan the city shining before me. Miami Beach shines with millions of little lights like a star-studded sky. Behind me, the sheets of glass and metal of modern architecture clash boldly with the sea spread out to my right.

The faint scent of seawater floats in with the warm breeze. I turn my face toward it, picturing the gray ocean and craggy cliffs, the old mansion with creaking floors, chipped paneling, and peeling wallpaper. Delilah’s smiles as I crawled into bed with her. How her face scrunched up before she came all over my hand.

How beautiful she looked, filled up with cum, dripping in Reaper’s lap.

Reaper.

Viper.

Striker.

Breaker.

“Are you going to stay out here all night?”

My teeth gnash together as Zane’s voice grates over my skin like cold shards of steel.

“If it means avoiding you, then yes,” I say, not bothering to open my eyes or turn to him. I feel him move up next to me, his arm brushing against mine. His touch burns like acid on my skin even though his arms over covered by his tux. I shove him away, disgust turning my words sharp. “Don’t touch me, Zane. I’ve already made the rounds with you.”

His hand lands on my lower back. When I shift, trying to slip out from under his grasp, he grips the fabric at the back of my dress to keep me in place. It draws tight over my belly.

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