Page 32 of Havoc

“Wilder…”

“So, what? You want another go around with me, cuz?”

I smirked at him, knowing I was leading him down the trap I had thought up on the ride here. “No, I wouldn’t want you to fail to get it up again. See, uncle, your little boy here couldn’t fuck me, even though he knew he wasn’t really my cousin, but when he turned me over and couldn’t see my face, he had more than enough time to fuck my ass all night. I wonder what that could mean.”

Wilder’s lips were thin and white, and I could see he was raging inside. Exactly what I wanted. Wilder had never been able to keep his anger from spilling forth, and that was why he was such a volatile business owner.

“You enjoyed it.”

“No, Wilder, I didn’t, mainly because I thought you were my cousin. All night and in the morning when you dropped me off, I thought I was your cousin and you had fucked me without hesitation. You didn’t want me because I was a pretty girl, you wanted me because it was taboo and we all know how much you love the taboo.”

“Why the fuck are you here now, whore?”

I could see Dunstan had lowered his head in disgust. “You’re going to drop out of the race for the seat.”

He laughed. “What and hand it over to you? Bitch, do you realise your own father offered your arse up to me without hesitation? He sent you away to be killed without hesitation.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong,” I said quickly. “See, he may have sent me away but it was only because of what you’d done to me that changed me. I was a different person after that. You broke me and made me into who I was, and that scared him. I survived you, Wilder. He sent me away to be killed, but look at me now, I’m here and Gideon’s not. I turned my captors into my mentors, my allies. Just think of what I can do to you if I thought about it for even a moment.”

Wilder’s eyes were wide and scared, but he didn’t want to back down. I had to give him props for that.

“Dunstan, I think you should go.”

Dunstan stood, solemnly and broken. Wilder looked up at the man who had raised him, and yet somehow Dunstan had failed. It was breaking him inside at what he’d raised, and I knew it. For that, I was sad. Dunstan never deserved this.

“Sit down, Dunstan,” he barked.

Dunstan turned to Wilder. “Not for you.”

He stepped away from his chair and stopped by my side, looking down, he put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Presley, I had no idea.”

His words dug in deeper than I thought but I brushed them off. He took himself and the two men who were sitting with us downstairs.

“You want me alone, but keep your guard?”

“He’s only here to make sure no one helps you now.”

Hadrian looked off to the side, away from us, keeping an eye on the situation. He’d turned out to be a better guard than I could think possible.

“What the fuck makes you think I’ll help you now?”

“Oh, a little game I like to call blackmail.”

“You can’t prove a damn thing, bitch.”

I tossed the photos onto the table, not all of them, just a couple. I had to keep my reassurances. He looked down at himself being fucked by another man and enjoying every minute of it.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I’m not backing down.”

“You lost your contender, what do you think you can do at that meeting?”

Wilder sat forward. “Do you think they’ll cast you forward over me?”

“Maybe, maybe not, but I know you won’t be there.”

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