Heartbreak Me (Heartbreak Duet 1)

My eyes go wide as the girl tries to take more of him in her mouth, but she can’t because he’s so big.

My eyes flick back up to him, and his hand is now in her hair, gripping it as he shows her exactly what to do—what he likes.

As he closes his eyes, enjoying the moment, I back away, letting the door close.

And I wonder if I run, will he catch me?

Chapter Eight

Atlas

I get off when people think they can fuck with me, that they can have what’s mine, and try to take it from my greedy hands.

That, of course, is impossible and will never happen.

Once I lay claim to something, I do not let it go. It’s why I have not taken a woman longer than a few nights. I would swallow a woman whole, and she wouldn’t be able to escape me. That’s what type of love mine would be—all-encompassing—and I know this, so I stay away.

The girl between my legs comes up for air, licks her pink lips, and tries to lift my shirt.

That is not going to happen.

Pushing her hands away, I tuck myself back into my pants and straighten my suit.

She gets off her knees and pulls her dress down. “You don’t want to fuck? We could go back to yours and do what you want… all night,” she sing-songs the last two words.

“No. Go back to Harry and tell him your services have been fulfilled.”

Her face drops, and she looks down at the floor.

“It’s not like that,” she says.

“It is. And sweetheart? You can do better.” I give her my card and walk out the door, the same one Theadora slipped out of. She’s easy to spot, standing out like a rose in the middle of thorns. In her hand is a glass of water, and I want to smile that she listened to me.

“My man.” Someone taps on my back.

I turn to see Benji and shrug him off, to which he offers me a smile.

“She’s a looker, that one. You pick her?” His eyes find Theadora and then switch back to me. “What am I saying… of course you did. You would have had her under watch for at least a few weeks.” He pins me with his eyes. “Or shorter maybe, considering how controlling of her you are already.”

“She’s a pawn in a game. Nothing more.”

“I’m sure she is. So you wouldn’t mind if I went over there and introduced myself, would you?” Benji straightens his tie and smirks.

“Do as you please,” I say through gritted teeth, looking away from her.

Benji eyes me before he nods. “Okay then,” he states before he takes off in Theadora’s direction. She offers him a smile when he sits next to her, and I watch while Benji talks to her. She doesn’t speak back, only nods and looks around the room.

“Do you want me to break that up?” Garry asks, standing beside me, nodding toward Benji.

“No. Let’s see how loyal she is in helping her sister.”

“She can’t do her job from over there,” he says, pointing out the obvious.

I turn to him.

He looks down. “Sorry, sir.” And he backs away.

“You told my gift she can do better?” Harry questions me while shaking his head. Normal people would be afraid of Harry. Lucky for me, I am not normal.

I was raised by one of the most ruthless men, who made no excuses for his actions, and if you stepped out of line you were beaten into submission.

My father was a criminal in almost every aspect. My mother ran away when I was a year old, and I have no memory of her. But him? Him I can never escape, even if he is behind bars for the rest of his life. Being raised by that man made me stronger, made me learn from his mistakes, and made me realize I will never be like him.

My hands don’t touch women unless in the throes of pleasure, and believe me, my hands around Theodora’s throat tested my every resolve. I want to fuck her hard and grip her sweet, soft neck when I do.

I have rules, though. And I feel she may break every single one of them if I let her close.

Do not fall in love.

Never let women dictate who you are. They will bring you down and crush you while taking your money.

Business above all else.

My gun doesn’t aim unless you betray me.

And I’m really hoping Theadora doesn’t betray me. Because a bullet in that perfect head could really mess up that gorgeous hair. And we wouldn’t want that now, would we.

Turning back to Harry, I can see he’s angry. He runs one of the most expensive and exclusive whorehouses in town. The asshole sells his women for a few hours and only gives them a fraction of what he makes.