Page 10 of Malicious Claim

“So now you want to talk?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Do you want to know what I really want? Because it sure as hell isn’t being in this car with you.”

I chuckled. “Your lips say one thing, but your eyes say another.”

Her expression darkened. “What do you know about my eyes? If you can’t see how much they want to slit your throat, maybe you’re the dumb one.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw her dig her nails into her palm.

Good. She had the sense to be afraid.

She was lashing out, saying anything to hurt me. Me? I had heard it all before. I wasn’t in the business of letting a woman rile me up. In the bedroom? Definitely. Outside of that? I was enjoying the banter.

“Out of curiosity, how do you plan to kill me? I should get a heads-up, don’t you think?”

“As if.” She chortled. “You won’t see me coming.”

“Joke’s on you—I have eyes in the back of my head. Besides, stabbing a man in the back is cowardly.”

“Says the man who wiped out my entire family like a coward.” Her eyes burned with dangerous fire again. Beautiful.

“Family,” I repeated the word like it was a strange, foreign thing.

Everyone spoke about family as if it were sacred. But what made one a family? No one ever gave an honest answer. I shrugged, taking a turn down the road. She could think whatever she wanted. I didn’t owe her an explanation.

The car came to a stop, and I hopped out. Moving over, I opened her door and stretched out my hand for hers. She turned up her nose and pushed past me.

So sexy.

My eyes trailed after her as she walked toward Dragon.

Dragon was my underboss. He was a man who learned to shoot before he said his first words. He wasn't only a killer machine though, he had some unexpected talents, like his impeccable cooking.

From the way Leila's apple-shaped ass swayed with each step to the way her long legs carried her like a queen, I knew one thing—I had to have her soon.

Or I would combust.

We boarded the jet, and she sat as far from me as possible. I didn’t mind. It gave me time to think about what I would say to my family.

I could already picture their faces when I dropped the bomb. Not pretty faces.

It was probably easier to tell them my lust was the reason I married the American instead of coming up with a more elaborate excuse. I closed my eyes, letting my mind relax.

By the time I opened them, the jet had landed.

Dragon was already directing my wife out of her seat. She walked past me, but I quickly shrugged off my coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She paused, turning sharply to face me. Her eyes—shocked, confused, proud.

“You didn’t have to do that. I’m fine.”

“You may be now, but once the temperature drops you won’t be.”

“Thank you,” she muttered hastily, turning before I could respond.

I chuckled as we walked down.

A car awaited us. This time, she had no choice but to sit beside me. I could feel her warmth directly beside me.

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