Page 5 of Ruthless Oath

She laughed in my face. “Listen to you? I’d make you regret it.”

Oh, one of us would have regrets, for sure.

“I’m going to get that drink.” She eyed me defiantly and glanced down at my fingers still wrapped around her arm. “You can let go of me now.”

“Now you’re trying to tell me what to do?” I tightened my hold on her arm. “Someone really needs to teach you some respect.The hard way.”

Her chestnut eyes widened, but only for a second, then a grin graced her lips.

I was close to ten years older than her and came from a brutal family who spared no one. Why wasn’t she afraid of me?

I let go of her arm and tugged on her wrap. “You shouldn’t wear fur. It’s inhumane.”

“And you shouldn’t launder money," she snipped back. “It’s illegal.” Then, after another gaze around the showroom floor, she added, “And for the record? It's faux.”

Real or fake, it would look better on the floor of my bedroom.

“Anyway, I suppose you can keep an eye on me.” She ran her hand along the fur, knocking the wrap off her shoulder. She peeked up at me with innocence just as fake as her fur. “Can we get a drink?”

I motioned for her to go to the bar. “After you.”

I wanted a good look at the ass I’d be spanking later tonight.

As I followed her, I came back to my senses.Gian’s daughter. Gian’s daughter. Gian’s daughter.

This was all a big dose ofabsolutely not.

“You own all of this?” she asked.

“Along with my family.”

“This is my favorite one.” She practically skipped over to the black one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollar Corvette in the center of the room, leaving her strawberry scent to linger between us. “Does it come in pink?”

“Pink?” So much for her taste in cars.

“Yes, like the color of this dress?” She ran her palm along her toned stomach. “Fuchsia, really.”

“I can have it customized.”

“Cool.” She peered inside. “It’s sleek.”

“Get in.” I opened the door. “Let’s see how you look behind the wheel.”

“Sweet.” She slid into the driver’s seat. “My father promised me a car after I graduated from college, but I traveled all summer so we never got around to buying one.”

“What a shame, princess.” I had to admit, she looked hot in that car. A pink one would suit her.

“When my dad gets here later, we can tell him I want one like this in fuchsia.” She studied the digital dashboard. “You can make the sale.”

“I have people who do that for me.” No way in hell would I sell a car to Gian Gallanti.

“What if I want you to do it?”

“We can’t always get everything we want.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “What do you want that you can’t have?”

You. I extended my hand and helped her out of the car, catching a peek of her inner thighs before she stood. “None of your business.”

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