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The universe had a comical way of playing tricks on me.
Started with me being born to daddy dearest, to inheriting millions of dollars I never asked for.
But this?
The sight in front of me?
It takes the cake.
My ribs burn, my face stings with every cut that’s gushing blood down my cheek to my chest.
I can also confidently say I’m seeing through my right eye because the left one is tight shut from the punch I received a few minutes ago.
Yet my one good eye blinks at the creature that’s too dainty, too small, too weak, I could crush it in one hand and call it a day without remorse.
In a sun dress, pretty dark plumps and a Louis Vuitton bag, the five foot three woman stands on the other side of the ring, gun in hand threatening me.
She’s pretty.
Pretty for other men to want to spend the night with but pretty for me not to give a fuck about what kind of help she needs from me.
“You ask help from all men while pointing guns at them, sugar tits?”
I eye her tits and I like what I see despite the blood boiling inside my body.
She shouldn’t be here.
The MCee was right, there’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t crush her where she stands. Woman or not.
“Only the men who have no remorse and no moral code. Plus we both know that this gun is the only leverage I have in here.”
She’s smart.
But not worth my time.
“You think you have leverage?”
I doubt she can use the gun she’s holding.
She smells and looks like the type of bitches I’m accustomed to back home. The type that faint at the sight of blood and are too precious to dirty their Louboutin heels.
“I think I know where the trigger is and if I fired this gun, Mr. Torrance best believe the bullet would go right through your fucking eyes.”
I chuckle taking another step towards her while her blue eyes pin me down.
“No.”
“What?”
“Whatever you want help with, it’s a no. Unless you are down to us fucking, then the rest of what you have to say is a no from me.”
I wouldn’t want to fuck her in any universe.
Her brows furrow, “Bold of you to assume I’d want to fuck you because I’m a woman but I’m not here for that. Nor will I ever be here for that. My lawyer tells me this is the best way to get a hold of you, which is reckless and unprofessional from you but once again, I ask you to hear me out and-.”
“Do you fight? Can you fight?”
“Fight you?” her voice comes out incredulous.
“You are in the ring with me so yeah sugar tits, fight me.”
“I’d rather shoot you than fight you.”
“Then shoot otherwise we are done here.”
Her pink plump lips let out a subtle gasp, her grip on the gun grows strong, a normal man would be scared. I’ve held a gun so many times in my life to know that she’s holding that gun wrong and the only place she can shoot me if she decides to fire her weapon is my shoulder alone.
“I didn’t want it to come down to this. All I wanted was your help against the Winchesters. Against Ryat Winchester specifically, you hate him too, don’t you?”
The second that name is out of her pretty lips, the loathing, the anger, the fury, it all bubbles into one and I leap for her before she can see me coming.
I yank the gun from her hand in seconds, my hand going around her neck in milli-seconds.
The crowd outside the cage go crazy with roars and hollers because they know as well as I do that I will and can kill her from the position I’m holding her.
“Who are you?” I grit.
Her eyes water, her small hands gripping the large hand that’s around her neck.
I choke her just enough to give her room to breathe but enough to tell her the fun and games just ended.
“The… woman who wants… the Winchesters as gone as you do.”
“Nah. I’ve seen countless jealous pricks come here begging for my help against the Winchesters and I know them by heart. I do not know you. I have never seen you before so I’m asking again sugar tits, who the fuck are you?”
Her blue eyes storm with more thunder, I’d be impressed if I wasn’t on the verge of losing my shit on her.
“Olivia! Oli…via Montefalco… heiress to…to everything Montefalco.”
Antonio Montefalco died? When? And when did he have a pretty granddaughter like her? or she could be the wife and Antonio could have been the sugar daddy, who knows?
“What vendetta do you have with the Winchesters? Specifically Ryat Winchester?”
I repeat her words.
“I want to… to kill him.”
She fucked him.
You can tell by the eyes. She slept with him and it went ugly.
“Because he broke your heart?”
“N-No. Because… he took… my life from me. I have the… power and you have the brains… we can work together to bring them down.”
There’s more.
Question is, do I want to know how much more?
Do I want to be involved?
I check her out then I buy her story and let her neck go.
The minute I unhand her neck, her small hand comes crushing against my jaw.
It takes a second to understand she just punched me square in the face.
“Don’t ever touch me again!”
“Noted. Ryat might not have broken your heart but from where I’m standing it looks like you are the bitter ex planning to murder a guy because he doesn’t love you.
So tell me Olivia Montefalco should I involve myself in a lovers’ spat when you could go back to him at any moment?”
“You can’t go back to someone who never had you in the first place, Mr. Torrance. Are we working together or not?”
“Drako. Call me Drako, sugar tits.”
“Olivia. Call me sugar tits one more time and I won’t hesitate to shoot you this time around.”
Ooh I like her.
But more than like her, I want to know how much she means to Ryat.
--
“You got a multi-billion company and you don’t know how to run it?”
“Yes”, she nods, sipping her cranberry juice with sophistication like she’s been bred and born in high-class London.
“And you want to take down Ryat and his company but you won’t tell me why.”
“Will you tell me why you hate Ryat if I tell you?”
“No.”
Never.
“Then you have your answer, Drako.”
I take my phone out, scroll to the camera before turning to face her.
She’s even prettier while seated in a restaurant drinking her pink juice in broad daylight.
“Does Ryat know you are coming after him?”
If she’s one of the women he fucks, Ryat won’t care about her pitiful vengeance and that doesn’t help me in any way.
I need a woman Ryat cares about; I need to hurt him where it matters most.
I need to hurt the woman in front of me to get to him.
“Yes, and he wants me back in his bed.”
“And you don’t want to warm his bed again, Olivia?”
“I want to burn it so if you are done asking the questions, let me ask some of my own.”
I pull my phone out and bark an order, “Stay still.”
“Wait… are you taking a picture of me?”
“Stay still, Olivia.”
I take the picture of her, then I scroll through my contacts sending it to Ryat.
The bastard starts calling right away. Ryat Winchester cares about this woman, doesn’t he? And the best part? She brought herself on a silver platter to me, I didn’t even have to lift a finger.
I turn to the woman who has no clue who she is signing herself to.
“I’ll help you Olivia Montefalco under one condition.”
“What condition?”
“Marry me.”
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