Page 26 of Ruthless Oath

“Get away from me!” Lissia shouted.

“I told you to stay away from him,” Danny said. “Now you’re going to pay, you stupid bitch.”

“She isn’t the only one who is going to pay.” I pointed my gun at Danny. “I can promise you that.”

Six

Lissia

I ranout of Marchello’s office and down the showroom steps. My hasty decision to come here had blown up in my face.

But while I’d been a fool to think for a second he would help me, how he handled my request had been completely out of line.

Who did he think he was, treating me that way? I’d approached him with a legitimate offer, and he’d made a joke out of it. Clearly, that man was only interested in one thing.

Sex.

Maybe I should have just done it. I sure wanted to. But now was not the time, and caving to him so easily would just make every other future interaction with him insufferable.

I hurried out of the dealership and to my car, but before I could press the button on the remote to unlock the door, Danny’s car blocked mine.

Damn it!

He got out and leaned against his car. “How did I know I would find you here? Don’t tell me that you’re car shopping.”

“I am in the market for a fuchsia Corvette.”

I’m also in the market for a hot, brooding maniac with a mean streak. But that’s an issue for my therapist.

“I’ll buy you one for a wedding gift, but not from this shitty place.” He gazed around. “I wouldn’t give this corrupt business a dime.”

“You’re judging someone for being corrupt? That’s funny.”

When he came at me, I inched back toward the dealership, hoping the cameras would spot us.

“Going somewhere?” He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to his car. “What am I going to do with you?”

“What do you want?” I sighed.

“My fiancée.”

“I’m not her.” I tugged out of his hold. “I’ll never be her. You need to understand that.”

“Don’t say such things.” He stroked my cheek. “You might offend me.”

“Don’t touch me.” I turned away from him.

“I hate to disappoint you, but in a few days, we will be engaged, and in about a month, you will be my wife.” He smiled. “In every sense of the word. If we’re lucky, you’ll produce an heir in a year.”

“No.” I held up my hand, disgusted at the thought of him impregnating me. “That will never happen.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“My father didn’t have any right to promise you that.”

“An heir goes without saying. How else do we carry on the line? My goal is to pop your cherry and put a baby in that belly on the first shot.”

“I just threw up in my mouth a little.”

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