Shattered Vows (The Denton Family Legacy 2)

She frowned. “Why?”

“Most women are impressed to learn I’m a Denton, but you don’t have a clue who I am.”

“You’re part of a family that owns a casino. Congrats? I don’t know what you want me to say. I own a shit car. You don’t see me bragging about it.” Harper had never been interested in material things. It was nice to have a shiny car, but they still broke down.

Damian sat down next to her. “I have a nice new car. Few hundred miles on the clock.”

“I have a shit car, got a few hundred thousand on the clock. I don’t think it could go above fifty.”

He started laughing. “Well, how about that. I believe I’ll be the one taking you home tonight.”

Harper snorted. “Yeah, no, you’re not. It’s not going to happen.” She sipped at the horrid drink, liking the way Damian started at her. Maybe the night wouldn’t be a total waste.

Chapter Two

“Can you believe Dad is making him write freaking essays? We’d have been put into every single fight imaginable,” Gideon said. “Just goes to show the younger generation gets it better.”

Abel laughed. “Better? I’d take a fight over the essay any day. We’re all different. Landon, the fucker, gets off on fights. What you’ve got to think about is our dad can be an asshole. With Mom saying shit like that, Dad is not going to let that stand.”

Oliver chuckled. “Landon’s going to feel like he’s being tortured. Wish I could see it.”

“I need a fucking drink,” Abel said.

“Do you think Mom will ever leave?” Gideon asked.

Abel turned to look at his brother. He hadn’t for a second considered his mother leaving. Yes, he’d heard the tale that she had. Jacob had even told him a great deal of their … legacy. Each Denton man was destined to find one love, and the moment he saw it, it was supposed to be like a fairytale. Only, it came with a little hiccup. While the men knew without a doubt, the women didn’t. It was all up to the men to fight for them. Abel hoped his woman stayed hidden for the rest of her life, and he didn’t have to worry about a single problem.

“Don’t know. I doubt Dad will let her leave. It’s Mom. His one and only.” Abel rubbed at his temples, exiting the elevator onto the floor that contained the tower overlooking the nightclub. Gideon and Oliver joined him as he first had to check out the security before relaxing for the night.

“Can you believe Jacob is away again?” Oliver said. “Our brother has turned into a pussy.”

“I like Lou. She’s good for him.” Abel stared at the screens, checking everything out. He spotted Damian, and shook his head. A little older than Landon, Damian was a lazy fucker, who needed to learn to do shit. It would suit Abel for Damian to be replaced by Landon, as then shit would get done. He watched on the screen as Damian ran his hands over some woman’s ass, pulling her in close. “If he’s going to party, then let’s go and join our brother.”

Storming out of the control room, he made his way down the stairs from the VIP lounge, toward the dance-floor. Whoever the woman was she had his brother completely captivated. She spun around, laughing as Damian held her hand and her back was flush against him.

Abel froze on the stairs as he watched her. He couldn’t look away, and his heart started to pound. Everything else fell away as he watched her. She was all he cared about, all he wanted, and seeing his brother holding her, he wanted to fucking kill him. How dare Damian touch what belonged to him?

“Why did you stop?” Gideon asked.

Unable to answer, he stormed onto the dancefloor, and without saying a word, took hold of the woman’s hand, and pulled her close.

“Fuck, Abel, what are you doing?” Damian asked.

“Rude!” the woman said.

“I’m Abel.” He reached down, grabbing her ass. She was so perfect. Her tits were large, her curves calling to him to hold on to as he sank inside. This woman would make the perfect lover, the perfect wife, and the perfect mother. Damn, that was a lot of perfects.

Pain shot through his foot, and suddenly he was on his knees, grabbing his junk. What the hell had happened?

“I don’t know who you are, but you never touch a woman like that.” She folded her arms and glared at him.

Shit, she didn’t feel the same way about him, and now Abel knew exactly what Jacob had to deal with.

Damian stared at him, looking clueless. “What the hell, Abel?”

“You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother.”