and look directly at Tobias. “And let’s make one thing perfectly fucking clear. I am not my father, and I’m not his daughter and one more threat from you, and I’ll finish the job he failed to do.” I cut the line as Ryan shakes his head and stands, we exchange an amused look before bursting into laughter.
“We did it,” he says, beaming.
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” I reply. “All right, you know the drill. Just make sure we’re covered.”
“On it,” he says, pulling on his jacket. “And I’m going to grab us a bottle. Something fancy. That French wine you like. What’s it called?”
I swallow, unwilling to look at Tobias. “Louis Latour, but you won’t find it here.”
“I’ll find something,” he assures. I don’t miss the cock salute Ryan and Tobias share before he walks past him. I finally lift my gaze to Tobias, who looms in the doorway, looking like he’s about to splinter into flames. I’d nearly forgotten Shelly, who eyes the two of us where she lurks just behind him. “I have no idea why I came in here, so there’s my excuse to leave.”
As soon as she’s out of earshot, Tobias steps inside and slams the door so hard the windows rattle.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“My job.”
“Cecelia, you don’t fuck with Jerry—”
“Oh, but you were. You were making moves. I beat you to it. You should stay and celebrate with us.”
“He’s not the guy—”
“He’s exactly the guy,” I argue. “The head, not the foot. Your words. I know what I’m doing. I have all the makings of a federal case being couriered to his desk right about now to ensure I live to fight another day. Something happens to me or anyone within my company, or any others close to us, he goes to prison for life.”
“It’s fucking dangerous,” he snaps, taking two strides in, placing his thick fingertips on my desk.
“I’m aware I’m stacking up enemies. I do what’s necessary to ensure my safety and the safety of those who work for me. But this is my side gig, and it’s none of your business. And who are you, of all people, to preach to me about what I do under the radar?”
“I gave that information to you in confidence,” he snaps.
“Dear Daddy’s old business partner needed to be put down, Tobias. So, I used the information for good. You can’t honestly tell me you weren’t aware of what I’ve been doing all this time.”
“Those were little fish.”
“Only the minnows you were aware of,” I counter. “The ones I purposefully fed you. When it comes to me these days, you don’t know everything. Not anymore.”
“Jerry’s not just the fucking head, Cecelia. He’s the neck too. You can’t snap the neck and not expect—”
Scowling, I shake my head. “I expect opposition. I expect someone to best me. And at some point, someone will,” I repeat his words from years ago. “I’m also aware that what I don’t know will hurt me. But I’m playing the game, I’m on the board, Tobias and have been for years. I don’t need or want your permission to do it. And I damn sure don’t want your advice. It’s my decision which heads to hunt.”
“You’re asking for war.”
“I declared it long ago, and I’m already in battle. I came out guns blazing because it’s the only way to do it. I’m playing my part.”
Seconds pass as we stare off, and I swear I see a swell of pride in his eyes before it disappears.
“This is what you saw in your father’s boardroom all those years ago.”
I nod. “I dreamed a thousand dreams, but this was the first one.”
“You didn’t tell me.” He has the audacity to sound hurt.
I step around my desk and cross my arms, leaning on the edge of the desk next to him.
“Sorry if it’s not the part you decided for me to play when you sent me away to live out some other fictional reality.” I huff with contempt. “What exactly did you see for me after I left here? A two-car garage, a picket fence, a tire swing out front? I’ll have all that when I’m ready, but for now, I’ve taken my position. And that head was mine to take. I have it on good authority Jerry’s the one who sent Miami.”
“Jesus Christ,” he fists his hands at his forehead.
“Take it up with anyone you want, but don’t preach to me about what’s dangerous.” I push off my