“Oh, you’re speaking for yourself now? How adorable,” Mylandra cooed, treating her like a
child.
“Nothing about me is adorable and you know it. I’m not scared of you, Mylandra. You want
me to get rid of my house and sign over Taffy’s, it’s done.”
Mylandra’s brows shot up, almost meeting at a point. “What?”
“You heard her,” Lefty said.
“Looks like we have a deal,” Demon added.
“No!” Mylandra spat out.
“Do we have a problem here, Mylandra? You’re here only because you had something we
wanted . If that’s unavailable to us now, everything changes.”
“Are you threatening me?” Mylandra growled.
“I think we both know I’m not the type of man who needs to threaten,” Demon replied all
too calmly.
For the first time, Gia saw Mylandra balk.
Demon gave her a slow smile that even made Gia’s blood run cold. This was the man named
for the hell-dwelling creature.
Mylandra blinked. “I want it done now.”
“It’ll get done on our time schedule. You don’t run shit here,” Demon seethed. His voice
rumbled in his chest. “You want me to prove my point? ‘Cause I’d love nothing more.”
Mylandra glanced away. “No, that won’t be necessary. “
The small child inside her screamed at Demon, begging him to stop. Provoked, Mylandra
was capable of horrible things. She’s not simply a bogey man anymore.
“Then, our business here is done. Send Taffy inside, on her own. We’ll draw up the
paperwork today. The house will be sold when it sells. It’ll be on the market by the end of the week. After you walk out of this club…forget you knew us,” Demon ordered.
“Or don’t. I’d love to spend some quality time with you. I hear you like to play games. So do I,” Lefty sneered.
Mylandra stood. “That won’t be necessary. I have what I wanted and you’re taking garbage
r /> off my hands.” She turned on her heels and strode away with her head held high.
The minute the door closed behind her, Gia released the sigh she’d been holding in and
rested her head on the cool surface of the table.
“You alright, babe?” Lefty asked.