“Of course. I carry my father’s blood. Don’t I?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make you one of them. Would you die for him?”
Milah was silent.
“Do you love him?” he asked.
“I…”
“We’re friends here, Milah.”
“Stop it. We both know you have enough friends. I’m not important to you. I never have been.” She growled, “No.”
“No, what?”
“I would never die for my father. I cannot stand him. He’s a … bastard, and you know that.”
He saw her jaw clench. There was no mistaking the tension within her body. Milah struggled with her anger. She suddenly started laughing. “You know the crazy thing?” she asked.
“What?”
“I was trying to get out of it.”
He frowned.
“The night you attacked my father head-on and he decided to use me to save his sorry neck, I’d been about to leave. To never look back. I never wanted to be a Russo. My mother … I know about the inheritance she left me. She told me all about it, and she said if I ever found a chance to get away, to take it. So I was doing exactly that when you arrived. I didn’t get very far.”
He had no idea about that.
Genius had been onto something, a false identity and some records, but Damon hadn’t been sure what they meant at the time.
“You hate your father?”
“So fucking much. Do you think it is easy for me to keep the Russo name? I hate it. I hate everything it stands for, and what is worse, I hate the man who gave it to me as well. He is a bastard of the highest order.” She sniffled. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Damon didn’t want to pull out of her, but he had to give her the space to do so.
He watched her go.
Her head bowed.
Milah intended to get away all along. The woman at the party, she had been so fucking proud. A true Russo, but it must have been a lie.
There was a knock on his bedroom door, and he wasn’t welcome of the interruption right now.
Going to it, he saw James on the other side.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Antonio Russo is attempting to flee the country,” James said.
Damon listened as James gave him a rundown of what had happened within the last twenty-four hours. With the health inspectors closing down Milah’s and Damon taking out the drugs, Antonio’s funds had dried up almost immediately. There was still no way Russo could access Milah’s trust fund. It also meant old allies had soon shut their doors on him, and he was left with absolutely nothing.
It was exactly where Damon wanted him.
“Hold him,” Damon said.
James nodded, giving him the location where they were holding Antonio. After closing the door, Damon moved toward the bathroom and found Milah taking a shower. He removed his robe and stepped into the stall.
She turned toward him, not hiding her gorgeous body from him, which he happened to adore.
“I’ve got some business to attend to. I’ll be back the moment it’s done.”
“Okay.” She nibbled on her lip.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Er, be careful. Not that I care or anything.”
He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. “You can tell me anytime you care about me.”
“I just … I’d hate for something to happen to you, and you’d leave me sitting here forever, waiting. It’s self-preservation.”
He smirked. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’ll be back before you know it. Take some time, relax, enjoy.” He brushed his lips toward her ear. “Because the moment I come back, your pussy is mine.”
Damon loved that spark in her eyes, but he couldn’t linger. He had business to attend to.
Entering his bedroom, he paused as he looked at the bed.
Milah no longer had a separate bedroom. She stayed with him. He’d also given her free rein around the house. She could come and go as she pleased. His men knew not to allow her to actually leave the grounds though. She still belonged to him.
Staring at the bed, he recalled the night he’d taken her virginity. After he’d put her in the bath, he’d gone back to deal with the sheets, but he hadn’t been able to let them go. He’d wrapped them up, and now they were in his safe.
Milah was his. No one else was going to know how perfect her pussy was.
He wasn’t letting her go.
His plan was moving along perfectly, and he couldn’t have asked for it to have gone a better way. Even as he dressed, he didn’t like that giant pit in his stomach at what he was doing.