Page 56 of His Remorseful King
A look that I don’t give a fuck about. Not when he’s tried killing me multiple times. “Nothing is wrong, Giovanni.” I shove another fry in my mouth aggressively.
Rohan clears his throat, shifting on his feet with an uncomfortable posture. He doesn’t want to be here, and honestly, I don’t blame him. I don’t want to be here either. This is the most awkward lunch I’ve ever been to, and I told my grandmother I’m gay over tea with her book club present.
Callum sighs, turning to Camille. He offers her a smile. “Leanne will take you to your room, love.”
Camille nods, and Rohan sits back in his seat. I breathe easier when Camille is out of my sight. I can deal with the man who’s put three failed hits on my head apparently just fine. But I can’t deal with that excuse of a human being in our presence.
And we’re stuck with her for the next eighteen plus years if Paddy truly is so hellbent on keeping her around. “I believe what Michael is trying to say is that Camille must not be feeling well. She’s on the last stretch of her pregnancy,” Paddy says.
And if I didn’t love him so damned much, I’d stab him in the eye with a fucking fork. He should absolutely not be sucking up to this fucking asshole.
Giovanni isn’t impressed with Paddy’s excuse for me, but keeps his mouth shut. He knows he’s here as a guest, and shouldn’t upset Paddy. Turning to Callum he says, “I appreciate you opening up your home to my daughter, Cal. It means a lot to know she’s safe and cared for right now.”
Callum nods, smiling as he grabs Haley’s hand. “Our home is always open to family, Giovanni.”
I make a gagging sound, utterly disgusted by the charades that these fucking grown ass men play.
Paddy sighs, clearly over my bullshit. He scrubs a hand over his face, then rests his elbow on the table, holding his head up.
Callum draws a brow, an amused curve to one side of his lips. “Everything okay?”
“I’m fine.” I sip my drink. “Just trying to choke down this fish.”
“I guess the fish was a bad choice,” Callum says, defeated. He glances at Haley. “You’ll have to plan the meals from now on, love.”
Giovanni clears his throat. “As intriguing as this conversation sounds, we have business to discuss.”
“Right,” Rohan says, his tone clearly unimpressed with the situation at hand. “The territories that are being split.”
“That’s my cue,” Haley says, standing from the table. She presses a kiss to Callum’s lips, before saying goodbye to the rest of the men at the table. When her gaze meets mine, she nudges me along with a pointed look.
Right. Does this mean I’m basically a mafia wife, now? Horror runs through me, and I gasp audibly, my face paling. Have I become my mother? All of this worry about becoming my father, and here I am leaving my mob boss husband at the table while I hurry off with his brother’s girlfriend to make ourselves sparse.
Paddy’s hand falls to my knee, squeezing it. “Everything okay?”
I nod. “Fine. I’ll go with Haley.”
He offers me a smile and I stand from the table. After excusing myself, I follow her lead and get out of earshot.
Thebedroomdoorslamsbehind Paddy, but even the explosive noise can’t cover up the sound of blood rushing to my ears. Every part of my body screams, because I know what I’ve done at lunch pissed him off.
I’d say I regret it, but I don’t. Not when he’s stomping toward me like a madman on a mission, a look of fury dancing in his gray-blue eyes and mixing with the anticipation that Patrick Murphy is about to rip me a new one.
He tugs at his tie, struggling to get the knot around his neck loose enough to take off. “Let me make something clear for you, Michael,” Paddy says, and the volume of his voice pierces through the screaming in my ears. I take a step back while he saunters forward. Two more steps forward and he’s stalking over me, unbuttoning his pastel green button-up shirt.
I’m scared as fuck, and that excites me. I’ve never been scared of him, but the thumping of my chest is also causing an aching in my dick.
My back hits the wall, closing me in, and Paddy’s face is inches from mine. His breath is warm, his nose so close to mine that the sensation sends a tickling feeling down my spine.
He grabs my throat, moving his mouth to my ear. “I may submit to you in the bedroom. But don’t be mistaken. What I say goes. And I say you’re mine.” His grip around my throat tightens. “Now get on your knees and tell me you’re sorry for embarrassing me.”
Paddy’s knuckle grazes my cheek, anticipation swirling in my gut. I’ve never seen this side of him, and it’s disturbingly hot.
I refuse to give in so easily. If he wants it, he’ll have to prove he deserves it. Making eye contact, I steel myself for battle. My back straightens and I plaster a look of defiance on my face in the form of a smug grin. “And if I’m not sorry?”
Paddy’s jaw ticks, and I feel my cock harden in response. He remains still for one beat, then two. And then his hand grips a fistful of hair. Yanking my hair, he tilts my head back.
“You’ll be sorry by the time I’m finished with you, baby.” He bites my ear.
