Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Thanks, Miles. Don’t want to keep your people waiting.” I know I fucked up and offended her, but I have to let it go and walk out of the room without closing the door behind me.
My movements are rapid and necessary. When I enter the foyer, the doctor is departing as well. “I didn’t know she could scare you off,” her father chuckled.
“No, I have a matter to handle at the casino.” It doesn’t matter that I continue the lie.
“Do I need to be concerned?”
“Not at all. Just the usual issues.” He nods and I shake his hand and finally greet the doctor with a light jut of my chin.
“Oh, Mr. Ivanov, it’s quite good to see you. You’re looking in peak health.” My godfather gives him a curious look as he walked him toward the door.
“Yes, I should hope so. I’m a bit young to be taking a nosedive.” I arch my eyebrow. I’m glad my godfather’s surgical team was recommended by those in Steeleville and not here. I don’t quite trust their motives.
“Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Ivanov. I meant only that you seem extra spirited at the moment. Perhaps I misspoke.”
“Oh, Daddy, I didn’t know you still had company.” The doctor gives me a slight glance, and I glare at him to mind his next words.
“Actually, we were all just leaving,” I add.
“It was good to see you both. I hope the dinner tonight is successful. Keep me informed.” My godfather’s words are measured, but I understand.
“I will,” I remark. As both the doctor and I step outside, he smirks and says, “Oh, to be young again. Good luck, and if you are lucky enough to land such a young lady, don’t mess it up; some of us don’t get to start again.”
“She’s too young and under my protection,” I inform him and enter my vehicle, effectively closing the discussion that is none of his business. “Soon, Elsa, soon,” I mutter to myself as I drive off.
****
Four men gather around my dining table, each of them with their guards in the other room, unable to be far away. The food has been set up around the table, wine poured, and then I stand up and address the group. “Gentlemen, I’ve invited you here tonight to discuss some matters.”
The arrogant Antonio Santos puts his palm out and interrupts my next words. “We know why you invited us here.”
“Did I ask you to fucking speak?” I state as I stare him down, daring him to challenge me. Each of these men are the same age of my godfather and I’m the same as their sons who are a bunch of pussies. I could mop the floor with each of their boys, both physically and mentally. My wealth and success have been earned, so these bastards will give me my due respect or they will suffer.
“Look, kid, we’re not here to negotiate anything. We understand Martín’s in a predicament, and if he’s not careful, his empire could crumble.” They are playing a dangerous game.
“Watch your fucking mouth or you’ll lose your tongue. I might be young, but I’m not someone to play with. I expect civility and respect in my home. I offered you a lovely meal, great wine, and excellent hospitality. Now I ask you to show me some respect, or else.” His jaw tics, but he then backs down and sits properly, simmering down before I show him why I’m in charge.
“He’s right, Santos. The young man has great skills and has shown us why he follows in Martín’s footsteps,” Novak interjects.
“You’re not even his son,” Rotello adds. “Why isn’t he speaking on his own behalf?”
I scoff. “No, I’m his godson, and I’ve been a part of his family for a long time. He is currently handling matters for the family hotels.”
“Speaking of family, that daughter of his is just the right age for a family; many of us have sons.”
I try to keep my composure, but the mere mention of her sets my teeth on edge, and I can’t hold back. “There will be no talk of Elsa; she is not for anyone else.”
“Oh, is that how it is?” Rotello says. The room erupts with murmurs, ridiculous smirks, and condescending grins.
“So you want to be his son in more ways than one?” Santos adds, smirking like he’s got some inside knowledge.
I slam my hand on the table, drawing their full attention back to me. “Gentlemen, Elsa’s free to make her own choice when she’s ready; however, it will be none of your sons. Am I clear on that? She’s under my protection, just like the rest of the Martín house, and that includes keeping her away from all the families.”
I get a couple more smirks and grimaces, but the matter is dropped. “Now let’s enjoy this wonderful meal before it goes cold.”