Page 75 of The Don's Hidden Heir

He gaze skewers me, his eyes pausing on my breasts for a minute. “Tempting offer. I’d choose to have a piece of what my nephews enjoy every night, though fucking can wait.”

Bile rises in my throat, acid so vile I could swear its burning holes in my body.

Disgusting pig!

“It’s Dominic I want, but the son of a whore won’t just walk in to be killed…unless of course, I give him a reason to.”

“What?” My tears disappear as anger siezes me. It’s coursing through my veins, corrupting me down to the marrow of my bones. All my life, I’ve never thought of killing a man as much as I am right now. “You’re dragging my son into all of this just to get to Dominic? Lucas is seven. He’s just a child, you fucking idiot!”

He shrugs. “I’ve never had kids, it’s hard to show any empathy to one. Plus, I hate those whiny little assholes.”

My brain misfires and I lose control of my mouth. “You’re pathetic.”

“Better pathetic than dead, bitch.”

I’m seething. “Dominic won’t let you get away with this.”

“He won’t, because he won’t be getting out of this alive.” He grins at me. “Here’s my offer, come with me and I’ll let your little shit go. I’d rather not have that spawn of yours around me.”

I’ll jump into fire for Lucas. Damn it, I’ll die for my son, but I don’t trust Peterson. “How do I know you’ll really let my son go?”

A groan accompanies the roll of his eyes. “You’re not as smart as I thought you were. I hate kids, would rather not have them around me. Waste anymore of my time and I’ll kill the little bastard and take you with me anyway.”

That’s it!

I don’t think. I just fly to my feet and give in. I’ll take whatever chances I can to save my son, no matter how slim they are. “Where are we going?”

He glowers at me, clearly annoyed with my question. “I ask the questions and give the instructions from now on. Do you fucking understand?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

“There are at least thirty men outside waiting for me. If you make any wrong move or try to raise an alarm, I’ll kill you and kill your little shit…”

“That won’t be necessary, Federico. I’ll do as you say.”

His brows shoot up his bald hairline. No one has probably called that in so long, I think he’s close to having a heart attack where he sits.

I don’t know where I get the courage to mimic his ugly smirk, but I do. “What’s the problem? You allergic to the sound of your name?”

He stands and inclines, so he’s towering over me. “The only person who’ll be allergic is you when I put a bullet through your fucking mouth.” He gestures for me to move. “Remember my warning.”

Moira is pacing the foyer when we step outside my office. I don’t want to raise any suspicions so I smile at her. “I’ll be back in a bit.” She’s too temperamental and I fear she will do something rash if she finds out what is really going on.

She sucks in a breath. “You’ll be fine, won’t you?”

I nod. “See you, Moira.” I hope she gets the hint and calls Dominic as soon as she can. When Mr. Peterson contacts him, it will be to give him an ultimatum. I want Moira to tell him first so he has time to calm down and make the right decisions.

He should choose himself and Lucas when that time comes.

The silence in the elevator as it whisks us down to the ground floor envelops me like a mist. It’s cold and foreboding.

As my heels clink on the marble floor in the hallway downstairs, I’m reminded of the morning I met David Peterson for the first time. Funny how fast things can change.

A deranged laugh escapes me. It’s almost unbelievable the man I’d been so excited to meet is the person who will most likely kill me.

Fleets of black, tinted Mercedes are lined up in the parking lot when we reach it. I can’t steady my mind enough to count how many there are, but it’s like one of those convoys you see when the King of England is on a trip. He has over thirty bodyguards with him, all of them as stone-faced and heartless as their master.

A bodyguard opens the back door of one of the cars in the middle of the line and Peterson shoves me inside. He rounds the car to climb in with me.

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