The Mogul And The Muscle
His mouth turned up in a smirk. “You don’t get it? Sleeping with the fishes. It’s from The Godfather.”
“Nobody puts a fish in anyone’s bed in that movie. It’s a horse head.”
“Is it? Maybe I haven’t seen it.”
“Oh my god,” I groaned. “How the fuck did you get in my house?”
“I paid one of your cleaners to give me the code. That cost me a shit ton too, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, right? Plus, I got a little souvenir.”
“You what?
With a disgusting leer on his face, he pulled a black scrap of fabric partially out of his inside jacket pocket. “They were in the hamper, so they smell like you.”
Calm, Cameron. Stay calm. You’re tied to a chair and there are men with guns. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath.
“Fine, Bobby. You got me. I’m tied to a chair in one of your bad investments and it kind of smells like pee in here.”
He scrunched his nose.
“So tell me why,” I continued. “Why did you do this?”
He pointed to a manila envelope on the table. A ballpoint pen sat on top. “To get you to sign that.”
“I’m not signing a marriage license, no matter how many guns you point at me.”
He grinned. “That’ll come later, babe, don’t worry. No, that’s the paperwork to transfer your ownership of Spencer Aeronautics to me.”
“What?”
“You keep asking questions, so maybe I’m not speaking clearly, or they stuffed something in your ears when they dragged your fine ass over here. You’re going to sign the company over to me.”
“Since when do you want Spencer?”
He rolled his eyes. “Since always. It has my fucking name on it. That company was always supposed to be mine.”
“You don’t know anything about it. You’ve never worked there. Why do you want to run Spencer?”
“I never said I wanted to run it. I want to own it. You can keep your job, I’m not trying to get rid of you.”
“The more you talk, the less sense this makes.”
“My father started that company, Cami. And I’m his one and only heir. So I’m sure you can imagine how hurt I was when I found out he’s been selling his shares to you.” He started to wander slowly in front of us, gesturing with a finger. “Not only is he selling his shares, the old man is about to give you a majority interest. And yes, I know what that means. It means you’ll be in control. And I just can’t let that happen.”
“So you’re throwing a tantrum because Daddy isn’t giving you the company he spent his life building and to which you’ve contributed absolutely nothing.”
“It was supposed to be part of my inheritance. It’s bad enough that my old man is like a goddamn vampire who doesn’t age. I don’t know if the fucker will ever kick the bucket. But then I find out that by the time he does, the Spencers won’t even own Spencer Aeronautics anymore. What kind of fucked up shit is that?”
It hadn’t escaped my attention that he wasn’t using the armed henchmen to further intimidate me. I was a little surprised he hadn’t ordered them to put their guns in my face after my tantrum comment.
“Is your ego really that enormous? Because I’m surprised you can fit in any indoor space and still take it with you.”
“This isn’t about ego,” he said. “It’s about what’s mine.”
“You realize those two statements essentially negate each other.”
His brow furrowed. “What?”
“Never mind. Bobby, you’re the only child of a billionaire. You already have a trust fund that must be enormous and you’re going to inherit your father’s wealth someday. You don’t need to own Spencer to live exactly the kind of life you’ve been living until you die of an untreated STD. Or from falling off your yacht when you’re too drunk to swim and everyone partying with you is too high to notice.”
He snorted. “Yeah, if only that were true.”
I exchanged a confused glance with Inda. “Which part?”
“I’m not inheriting shit from my father. He’s leaving all his money to some fucking charitable foundation. And my trust fund isn’t going to last. The old man’s being a dick and says he won’t give me more money.”