Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“And you justify it?” Leah asked.
“I don’t justify anything. You are breathing, are you not?”
She shook her head and he watched her struggle. Leah was a fighter. He doubted anything ever came easy to her. The file he had drawn up on her told him absolutely nothing about the woman herself. There was a whole life she lived, and nothing in her file to suggest how she learned to fight the way she did. There were gaps where she clearly fled the system.
Since she was eighteen years old, she bounced from job to job until she got the one at his bar. From there, she had an exemplary record. The customers adored her, as did the management. She never made waves and was always there for others. She never asked for anything.
Then his son came along causing trouble.
He was growing tired of his boy.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“I want to go home.”
Cain smiled. Her home was his home. Part of his agreement not to kill her was to keep her close.
He had hoped his fascination with her would die. Yet, Leah continued to make him curious. She never argued with him about the outfits he chose for her. Some of them were quite revealing, but he loved her body and had no problem looking at her. She was stunning.
Full curves. Large tits, a small waist, but hips big enough for a man to hold onto. In the few jeans he let her wear, he saw how juicy her thighs were, and they were designed to be wrapped around a man’s waist.
And she also never ordered the freaking salad, which to him was bloody wonderful. The women who ordered the salad with minus the dressing, meat, and what made a salad a salad, drove him nuts.
“Are you having a tantrum?” he asked.
She got to her feet and glared at him. “I’m not a child and I don’t appreciate being spoken to like I am one. I’m going home.”
Cain sat back with a smirk. “If you leave this zone, I will kill you. You are to do exactly as I say, remember?”
There was no fear in her eyes, but a challenge. He wouldn’t kill her. There would be absolutely no fun in that. Besides, he also happened to like her, so killing her was off the cards. She didn’t need to know that.
Leah looked toward the door, and he saw she was tempted. He had come to learn that she didn’t have a death wish. She wanted to live. It was a shock because her life had been incredibly shitty and boring before he came into her world. He imagined once he left, it would be exactly the same.
“You don’t scare me.”
“Good,” Cain said. “Having a simpering doormat in my company would do me no favors. Sit.”
He saw her hands clench at her sides, and he waited. Part of him expected her to rebel, but she did shock him by taking a seat, although unwillingly.
“You and I are always going to disagree on Danny.”
“The man should be locked up.”
“And I agree with you, but if you want to feed into that ego of his, sending him to prison is the right way to go. He’s my son. He bears my name, which means he is protected. Danny in prison would be a bigger problem than him outside. Out here, I can lock him up. I can isolate him. I can make his life a fucking misery. On the inside, there would be nothing he couldn’t have. His life would be easy with no repercussions for what he had done. Trust me, I know.”
“You’ve been to prison?” she asked.
Cain stared at her. There was no reason to answer. He’d done time, many years ago, and while inside, he learned from the best. He discovered what it took to become the top man, and from the moment he left, this was what he’d been determined to achieve, and now he has. There was no way he would let it go, not even for his son.
“So, how about some food? You better eat. When we get home, I’m not cooking anything.”
“In case you have forgotten, I can fend for myself.”
“Yeah, but it’s late, and I also know when you witness me taking care of business, it tends to destroy your appetite. So, let’s feed you before you end up starving to death.”
Leah smirked. “Trust me, there is no chance of that happening.”
He looked up and she stared right back at him. “Is this a joke about your weight?” he asked. If it was, it would be the first moment of insecurity he’d seen her possess.
“No. I’m happy with the shape I am. I don’t care what others think of me.” She leaned forward. “Trust me, I know what starving looks like, and when you’ve been forced to go without food, and your stomach is cramping and hurts so damn bad, but the best you can give it is whatever little saliva you create, you don’t forget that experience. I know I didn’t, and any moment you can have food, you do. I’ll have the chicken burger with the spicy fries, and make that extra cheese as well.”