POV's Jace
Most of them would piss their pants if they knew half the things Philip and I had done since we'd become Made Men. As it is, they only knew rumors.
Officially, we were the heirs of businessman, real estate mogul, and club owner George Nelson.
The moment we entered, people began to whisper. It is always the same. Lucas pointed at the bar and buffet, but I barely listened. My eyes were drawn to the dance floor, which had been set up in the center of the large open space that must have been the living room before the furniture had been removed for the party. Several girls who had been dancing with the sons of other politicians were throwing glances our way. Philip and I exchanged a look. The thrill-seekers were about to descend
on us. These kinds of girls, from good families, pampered and entirely boring, were our main prey. They wouldn't end up trying to kill us.
One of the girls, a tall blonde sex bomb with fake tits and an outfit that clung to her body like a second skin, began eye-fucking me immediately. She left her dance partner standing dumbfounded on the dance floor and shimmied over to me on high heels.
Lucas groaned. I glanced his way.
"That's my younger sister, Windy."
I frowned. This could complicate my plans. Lucas looked at my face, then at Windy. "I don't care if you make a move on her. She does what she wants anyway. She's always on the lookout for her next conquest, but lots of wieners have been dipped into the mustard jar, if you catch my drift."
My eyebrows rose. I didn't care if Windy had fucked half of Montavero's male population. She is for fucking and sucking, not anything else. But if I had a sister, I would definitely mind if she acted like that, unlike Lucas.
Lucas shook his head. "I'm off. I don't want to witness that."
He moved to the bar, and Philip followed him, but not before he sent me a wink. Windy danced closer and closer, then touched my chest. "I hear you're involved in organized crime," she crooned into my ear. Her hand slipped lower, her eyes eager and flirting. She definitely went for it. If she reached around, she'd feel the gun in the holster at my lower back, hidden under my t-shirt.
"Is that what you hear?" I asked with the smile that got girls like her going. Dark enough to call to herbored -as-fuck-pampered-rich-girl persona but nowhere near my true dark side, which would scare her away. She shivered against me. "Is it true?"
"What do you think?" I growled, pulling her against me, letting some of my harshness show. Her lips parted, her expression a mix of fear and lust.
She pressed her mouth to my ear. "I think I want to be fucked."
"Good," I said darkly, "because I'm going to fuck you now. Lead the way."
TIME SKIP\~
Philip and I had gotten less than two hours of sleep when our father rang us out of bed, ordering us to come over for breakfast. But first, he wanted a word alone with me. Never a good thing.
"What do you think he wants?" Philip asked as we headed toward Father's office.
"Who knows?" I knocked.
"Come in," Father said after he'd made me wait for almost five minutes.
"Good luck," Philip said with a twisted grin. I ignored him and headed into the room. I hated that I had to come running whenever he called me. He is the only person who could order me around, and he fucking enjoyed it. He sat behind his desk with that narcissistic smile I loathed more than anything. "You called for me, Father," I said, trying to sound like I didn't give a damn.
His smile widened. "We found you a wife, Jace." I raised one eyebrow.
I knew he and the Valdoria Outfit had been discussing a possible union for months, but Father had never been very forthcoming with information. He loved having that power over me.
"From the Outfit?"
"Of course," he said, tapping his fingers against the desk and watching me. He wanted me to ask him who she is, wanted to draw this out, wanted to see me squirm. Screw him. I pushed my hands into my pockets, meeting his gaze straight on.
His expression darkened. "She's the most beautiful woman the Outfit has to offer. A real stunner. Golden hair, blue eyes, pale skin. An angel came down to earth, as Silas put it."
I'd fucked so many beautiful women. Did he really think I'd be awestruck because he'd found me a pretty wife? If it were up to me, I wouldn't marry anytime soon.
"I hope you'll enjoy breaking her wings," Father added.
I waited for the 'but'. Father looked too pleased with himself, as if he were holding something back that he knew I would hate.
"Maybe you have heard of her. It's Selena Baker. She's the daughter of the Consigliere, and she turned fifteen a few months ago." I am not quick enough to hide my shock. Fifteen? Is he fucking kidding me?
"I thought they wanted the wedding to take place soon," I said carefully.
Father leaned back, his eyes looking for a flicker of weakness. "They do. We all do."
"I won't marry a fucking child," I growled, done with playing nice. I am sick of his games.
"You will marry her, and you will fuck her, Jace."I exhaled before I said or did something that I'd regret later. "Do you really think our men will look up to me if I act like a fucking pedophile?"
"Don't be ridiculous. They look up to us because they fear us. And Selena isn't that young. She's old enough to spread her legs and have you fuck her."
It wasn't the first time I'd considered putting a bullet in his head. He is my father, but he is also a sadistic bastard I hated more than anything else in the world. "What does the girl say to your plan?"
Father barked a laugh. "She doesn't know yet, and it's not like her feelings are important. She'll do what she's told, and so should you."
"Her father doesn't mind giving his daughter to me before she's of age?"
"He doesn't." What kind of bastard is Finnick Baker? I could see how much Father enjoyed my fury.
"But Matthew Nelson is averse to the idea and suggested postponing the wedding."I nodded. At least one person isn't out of their fucking mind.
"Of course, we haven't decided yet what to do. I'll let you know once the decision is made. I'll be in the dining room in fifteen minutes. Tell Surina I want a five-minute egg. Not a second longer." I left, knowing I was dismissed.