Page 14 of Double Dare

I nod again, not sure I even want to speak to this man. He’s worse than Adrian from what I hear.

“Hm. I guess that explains why you’re here.” He picks up his glass, his rings clinking against it. “How is my son treating you?”

I glance at Adrian, who settles back into his chair, then back to Bruce. “Is that a trick question?”

He smiles and picks up his fork. “Not really. I honestly couldn’t give a fuck less. Just trying to be nice and make conversation.”

I shake my head with a scoff, choosing not to reply and trying not to think too much into his comment about Dario. It’s just more proof I’m the only one out of this fucked-up loop of whatever is going on.

“So, son.” He starts speaking again, turning to Adrian. “Will she be with you tonight?”

Adrian shrugs. “If I have to go, yes. I can’t trust her here alone with anyone. She likes to fuck my men. Isn’t that right, love?” He wrinkles his nose in my direction with a smile.

Rolling my eyes, I look at my plate of food and ignore him.

“Is that what happened to Chris?” Bruce asks.

“Oh, was that his name?” Adrian replies.

“It was, and he was my man, not yours. A good one too. He’s been with me for over six years.”

“Well, I guess I need to train this one to keep her legs closed, then,” Adrian says nonchalantly.

“Or I could handle it now,” Bruce replies before I hear something heavy hit the table’s wooden top.

I look up and see a golden gun lying on the table. It’s bigger than the plate it’s sitting beside with black grips andYoungbloodengraved along the barrel. Bruce catches sight of me looking at it, and by his smile and low chuckle, I take it he gets a kick out of my horrified expression. Now it makes more sense where Adrian gets his twisted mind and love for flaunting his gun.

“It’s a Desert Eagle.” He picks it up and starts flipping it in his hands, making sure I see every angle before releasing the clip. “And it takes .50 AE bullets.” He presses the top one out of the clip with his thumb and tosses it to me.

I catch the bullet and examine it. It’s in a golden casing with a rose-gold-colored tip. Size-wise, it’s bigger than my thumb and obviously made to do damage.

“I see where Adrian gets his trigger-happy finger,” I remark, rolling it in my palm before throwing it back to him, quickly wiping the shock from my face. If they want to intimidate me, fine, but I can run with the big dogs too.

Glancing at Adrian, I sit back in my chair. “It’s bigger than yours.”

Bruce lets out a belly-shaking laugh. “You’re so fucked, Adrian.” He stands from the table, throwing his napkin onto his plate, then pushes the clip back in place inside the gun. When it’s tucked back into the holster on his hip, he shakes out his shoulders and changes the subject. “Be there tonight, and make sure the Clarks don’t try anything funny. I have some investors watching and need to make a good impression.”

Adrian nods, keeping his eyes locked on me as Bruce leaves the room. When he’s out of sight and we hear the front door close behind him, he finally speaks. “You think you’re funny?”

I shrug. “I’m hilarious.”

He nods slowly, turning his attention to the doorway. “Samantha!” he yells.

In less than a minute, a complete bombshell enters the room. She’s everything I’m not with long, flowy blonde hair, legs that seem to go on for days, and curves in all the right places. And clearly, she has Adrian’s attention—the attention I want. His eyes sparkle with lust in her presence, and the frown he was wearing seems to disappear.

“Yes, Adrian?” She smiles, even her voice seductive and dripping with sex.

“Take Danica upstairs and help her get ready for tonight. I want her in red and ready within the hour.”

She nods and glances at me with a smile. “Well, let’s get at it.”

I want to hate her. For her looks, her voice, and although I can’t stand the man, jealousy sinks to my stomach. For an entire week, I’ve tried to get his attention the way she does with no success, and it seems all she has to do is exist.

Standing from my chair, I follow her out of the dining room and up the stairs. When we step inside my room, I’m surprised to see racks of elegant gowns and jewelry positioned on mobile shelves draped in velvet.

Feeling more insecure in her presence than Bruce, I try to hide my body the best I can as she starts flipping through the racks of dresses.

“So, you’re Adrian’s new plaything?” she asks over her shoulder.

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