not Theadora.
My hands grip her tiny waist as I hold her to the wall, her blue eyes, which shine so fucking bright, bore into me.
Have you ever looked at the sky and thought, what a fucking beautiful blue?
Well, that’s her eyes.
Not an ocean blue, like I first thought.
“Wh… what,” she stutters, her back against the wall, my hands unable to move from her hips.
“Who do you think you are?” I ask again, my hips moving forward close enough to touch her.
“I don’t understand.”
My head shakes. “That man you just threatened is a customer, and a good one. You were seen with me. So, he knows you are one of mine.” Her eyes go wide at my words. “Maybe I should make it up to him and give you to him as a gift.” Now my body touches hers, and despite her being shocked and angry, her cheeks flush.
Her hands lift and push against my chest, and I take a step back. “That shit wasn’t a part of our deal. I am not a whore.”
My free hand reaches up and strokes her face while she sucks in a deep breath.
“But you would be a perfect whore.”
Her eyes go wide at my words, and I see a little break there, the way the brightness that was shining seems lost now.
“How much longer am I expected to do this?”
I turn to look at her. “Until the debt is paid.”
“I’ll get a loan and pay back what’s left. How much?”
“You accepted the agreement. You will continue to work it off as I see fit. Until then, don’t question me.”
Her eyes thin and her lips scrunch. “You are a real asshole. You know that, right?”
She isn’t telling me anything new. I don’t plan on being her friend, but she’s pushing every damn available button I have. Never have I let a woman speak to me, or disrespect those I am in business with, the way she does.
“Nothing to say? That means you know it.” Her head drops as she tries to give me her best ‘fuck you’ face. “Give. Me. My. Sister. You are making me your bitch, the least you can do is give me Lucy back.”
I smirk, that’s not happening.
“So, that gets a reaction from you.” She clenches her hands. I think she is about to walk off and shut the door when she turns back around to face me. “Stop sending me dresses, it’s inappropriate.” Theadora turns her nose up at me as I take a step back.
“If I knew you wouldn’t come to an event dressed like a slob like every other time I have seen you out of this house, I would stop. But I have an appearance to keep up, and you don’t meet those standards without appropriate attire.”.
Her mouth drops open, she slams the door shut in my face, and I smile before I turn to leave.
“And how is the lady in pink going?” Benji asks. He sits down at my desk, kicks his feet up as if he owns the fucking place.
“Fine.”
“Please, tell me more. Have you fucked her yet, or even tried?”
I look up at him and eye his feet, he removes them with a chuckle.
“I’ll take that as a no. I feel she may be an exception to your possibilities. I mean, you get pussy just by looking at chicks, but this one… she is different, that’s for sure.”
“I don’t give a fuck how different she is, as long as she serves her purpose.”
“And what purpose is that? Because from what I can see, you are getting her to do sweet fuck all. You don’t need spies, let’s be real, Atlas. Only someone very stupid would betray you.”
I eye him. “Why are you here?”
He stands, walks to the window that overlooks the inside of the casino, and stays where he is.
“You want something?” I ask, my fingers dragging across the desk. “What do you want?”
“Give her to me,” he says, turning back to me. “Give me her, please?”
“No. I told you before.”
He shakes his head, his blond hair no longer perfect as he strokes his fingers through it.
“I need her. Just give her to me, Atlas.”
“Go home, Benji.”
He slams his fists into my wall, making a hole in the plasterboard, then he straightens his posture. “I’ll get her. You can’t be a god all the time, Atlas.”
I smile. “Who says I can’t?”
Benji backs away and doesn’t say another word as he leaves the room. When he does, Garry walks in, looking back at Benji before