Cruel Intentions

JAN

during dinner. I was supposed to stay in my room all afternoon while my parents and

th sunflowers, I crept out of my room when I heard the bell. Barefoot, I made

ces, my parents were exchanging pleasantries with two men. Dad came into view, smiling his off

pear even more imposing. His expression was steel. Even my mother batting her eyelashes didn't tease a smile out of him. At least his companion looked like he wanted to be here. Damion didn't look old-and

ful man, and I had only just finished high sch

ng money were most likely his favorite pastimes-and maybe the occasional whore. Anxiety tightened my insides. In less th

had lost his wife and was left to tend to his children by himse

ned to hide their true feelings from a young

ss of my best cognac and chat about the m

nclined

n the kitchen. Our chef's preparing a feas

mpanion gave my mother

ruly smile with his

irs and slipped inside the library, which was right beside the office. I p

e good for you and

Alejandra about

the very first time made my heart speed up.

hout seeing him, I knew he was u

id she

o marry an Underboss." I rolled my eyes.

her with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "She'll not only becom

from Dad's lips, and it took me a moment to realize he meant me. I didn't feel like

a few minutes when they visited, but I

ou Alejandra wi

f silence. Had Damion and his companio

oat again. "Have yo

, after our

with the Capo, which caused me to zone o

ould like to relax for a bit before din

at door. The library is quiet. We still have

pressing myself against it. I glanced toward the door. Damion and Logan stepped inside. Dad gave them another fake smile then close

Logan

ng, but some of the vigilance had disappeared. "Exhausting. Mrs. C

Mom was exhausting, true, but h

Logan picked up one of the frame

inning widely, showing off my braces. Two small sunflowers were attached to the sides of my pigtails, and I was dressed in a polka-dotted d

id sharply, making me wince. "I feel like

own. "She's a cute ki

got rid of those bra

and mortification washed over me. "It w

to fuck a godd

collided with a book. It

e descended o

next aisle. Too late. A shadow fell over me, and I collided with a hard body. I stumb

ng. "I'm sorry, sir," I blurted.

zation settled on his features. As far as first