Page 14 of Rival Heart
Jace growls and yanks me away from the fucker. “Do. Not. Touch my wife,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“Sorry, man.” He backs away but the smirk on his face doesn’t say “I’m sorry.” Instead, it says that he thinks he’s gotten away with something.
I jerk Jace back from him and he holds out his hand for our paperwork but seems to restrain himself from punching the asshole. I think he might crack a tooth though with how tight his jaw is clenched.
“Have a wonderful life, man.” Jace grunts and yanks me out of the room and away from Elvis and his sparkly jumpsuit and atrocious manners.
He yanks me around in the hall and his eyes spark with heat. “Well, well… I’ve finally got you right where I want you.”
I don’t really know what that means but my racing heart and wet pussy are on board with any damn thing he wants.
Anything.
ELEVEN
Jace
“We might as well callyour attorney before we get involved with other things.”
She pulls out her phone and dials the number quickly. She doesn’t even have to think. She had the man on speed deal.
As soon as he picks up, she smiles. “Hey, Frank. I wanted you to be the first to hear my good news.”
“Really? So you and Jefferson?”
I snort. “No. Not ever going to happen. I married Jace Henry.”
“What? What about your dad? I know he didn’t like Jace Henry. In fact, he hated him. What’s he going to say?”
Her head cocks and her long, rust-colored curls fall across her shoulder. My fingers itch to bury them in her curls and tug her around to kiss me.
My cock stretches in my jeans and I grunt under my breath, shifting to try and get more comfortable. Not really possible around her but what the hell?
“It doesn’t really matter, does it? He can’t do anything to me, can he? He can’t stop me from getting my inheritance and he can’t dictate what I do with it after I get married.”
“No. No, he can’t,” he sighs. “But I don’t know if you remember the other stipulation on the money, Rebel.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She grimaces like he’s irritating the hell out of her. I well remember that in some ways Rebel is much like her father. She doesn’t like her plans to be thwarted. It makes her a little testy.
“It kinda does. The bigger stipulation for receiving the money is that you both need to come into my office and sign contracts agreeing to at least five years of marriage. Only then can you get the money released.”
“Fine,” she shrugs. “We’ll be in your office first thing after we get back from Vegas.”
“I hate to bring up a sore topic but does your father know about your marriage?”
“No. But he is not going to control my life anymore.”
“I just don’t want him to try and start trouble for you.”
“Can he do anything besides run his mouth?”
“That’s about it. But he can definitely make things uncomfortable for you.”
“As long as he can’t keep me from getting my money, I don’t care.”
I snort and she glares at me. “Anyway, I’ll be back soon to sign those papers.”
She gets off the phone and sets it down gently on the side table beside the bed, her head down. Her cinnamon eyes won’t meet mine and her restless little fingers run along the mattress nervously.
