had I been taken care of as well since that night.
I pretended to ignore him and walked down the hall toward my father's office as if I hadn't a care in the world. I paused at the door, knocking softly and waiting until my dad called out for me to enter.
I looked back at D before pushing the door open and snickered. "I appreciate your offer. Really, I do, but I hate investing in the cleanup job needed when the journey to get there isn't even long enough to put your seatbelt on for. Save your shit for a girl who doesn't know how to fuck. Impress her real good, hmm?"
I pushed the door open and walked in, hating myself for stabbing at him. He didn't deserve it, but he most certainly wasn't going to pull the overprotective brother card on me. Nothing felt more like rejection than him putting me in a familial category. It was the same as saying that the fire burning between us would never — ever — be quenched.
I had two brothers and had worked my ass off to make sure they were aware of my ability to be the balls of a large organization like ours. D wasn't going to undermine that, no matter how noble his actions might seem.
"Fuck you, Izzy." His words were nothing more than a whisper, the anger in them giving me the fuel needed for what my father was asking me to do later that night.
Hopefully the guy on the hit list was hot, blistering hot. A good hard fuck from behind with my eyes closed would be well deserved. I could take out my aggression on his body and then put a bullet in his skull.
Sounded like a date made in Heaven.
Chapter 8
Demetri
She was such a bitch, and yet all I wanted to do was throw her against the wall and fill the whole damned mansion with the sound of her begging for release. I moved to the drink cabinet with my body hard and aching for the chance to tower above her once more as she groaned my name between clenched teeth. I would put my foot down if I had to. She wasn't going to end up like Vivian on my shift. Period.
I could come up with a million reasons how it was my responsibility to keep her safe, to keep all of them safe, but Izzy was different. Although I lusted for her to the point of breaking, it wasn't just about lust. It was love too. She was the toughest bitch I knew, and yet I’d seen around the edges of what Joe had turned her into and knew her before that transition. She could play her fucking games with someone else, but I knew her down to her core. A little more pressure, and she would relent.
"You fall asleep, baby?" Joe's voice rose behind me as I worked to pour a glass of bourbon.
Lifting it to my lips, I drained it in three gulps. The Don had no clue of just how deep the level of angst existed between the beautiful enforcer and myself.
I turned as Izzy responded, her features softening and becoming more feminine and sweet.
I couldn't help but notice the way her jeans hugged the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass. The silky tanned skin that ran around the space between her waistband and the tight black T-shirt she wore begged for the attention of my tongue. I swallowed hard and poured myself another glass as I eye-fucked her again. Her shitty comments about me being a bad fuck were almost comical. The last time we'd given into each other, she'd screamed “More!” far more than my name.
Joe's lifted brow caught my attention. "D, are you trying to drown yourself, Son?"
"No, just trying to stifle emotions I don't want to deal with." I shrugged and tilted my head back, emptying the second small glass. The burn was good, needed. The warmth rushed through my veins and stabilized my desires — at least for the moment.
Joe's face fell, and his eyes diverted to the desk in front of him. A heavy sigh left him as he moved a few papers around, picking up one and extending it to Izzy.
"This is Parker. He is a slick bastard, and though I like the kid, he's fucked up and has to pay for it." Joe shrugged, his enthusiasm seeming to have been buried with his beautiful bride.
"This the cat that borrowed two