Page 32 of Stolen Christmas
“You’re marrying her because he broke your mother’s gift.”
“No, I was going to kill him for it, but then that beautiful angel popped up, and let’s just say I had a change of heart.”
“You are my son down to the core. So what are you going to do about her brother?”
“I’d like to have a talk with him.”
“Okay. Let’s go.” We take the passageway between our two estates and make the short trip with a specialized golf cart that brings us to the prison area. There is the kid. He doesn’t have it as bad as anyone else I hold here. In fact, it’s the cell we keep some dignitaries in who’d had a little too much to drink and had a problem at a party and had to learn lessons the hard way. There were some my father wanted to kill for flirting with my mother, but they held so much power in the real world that he left them in this think tank instead.
“Well, hello, little shit.”
“You bastard.” He rushes the bars like he’s somehow going to get out of the cell. What an idiot.
“Is that anyway to speak to your future brother-in-law?” I ask.
“Where’s my sister?”
“She’s safe and having a great time with my mother.”
“Brother-in-law?” So he heard me, but it just took him a moment to process what I said.
“Yes. I have every intention of marrying your sister, so if you want to get out of here, I would behave. She’s anxious to see you, but I can’t let you out just yet.”
“I’m supposed to believe you?”
“Dad.” He pulls out his phone and loads the app to show the surveillance for the parlor, and my mother and Angel are laughing as they sit next to each other, and that’s when I see a photo album. “Fuck.”
My father chuckles. “Look, boy, this is the nice place, and if you can behave, I’ll make sure you’re out of here in time to see your sister for the holiday. If you were locked up, you wouldn’t see her unless it was behind glass. Or if I had gotten to you before I’d seen her, you wouldn’t have seen her again.”
“She doesn’t deserve to pay for my mistakes. She’s always paying for someone else’s mistakes.”
“Don’t worry. From now on, she’s done paying for them. Now the mistakes she makes are her own. After I deal with that last mistake she made.”
“My sister’s a sweetheart.” A sweetheart with a soul of a vixen. Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about what I’m going to do to her.
“That she is,” I remind him. “The fucking cop.”
“Oh, that jerk. He’s my fault too. They met because of me. I was driving my friend’s car without a license, and then he was brake checked during the storm last week.”
“Where was this at?” My chest starts pounding, and I wonder—did I cause my own future to happen? Did I set shit into motion?
“Just around the corner from the downtown Chicago courthouse.” Fucking hell, it was me.
“Yeah. Kid, that was fucking stupid as hell. Seriously, how old is he?” my dad asks.
“Fifteen,” I scoffed. The kid had a lot of growing up to do. His balls haven’t even dropped and he tried to act like they were made of brass.
“I’m almost sixteen,” he chimes in like it helps. My dad shakes his head, remembering when I thought I was a tough guy too. All it took was for him to drop me on my ass to remind me that I had a lot to learn.
“Yeah Ha. Boy. Are you serious? You believe that shit. He saw her, and he used a fucking excuse to get to her. You were his way in to con her into a relationship she didn’t want.” I know I’m doing the same thing, except my sweet Angel does want what I’m offering. Her pussy blossoms open every time I touch her. She squirted on my tongue easily, coming for me. She never gave him what he wanted even though he had power and authority to force her hand.
“The piece of shit is on my list. He’s married and put your sister to work in a strip club,” I snarled, unable to hide my anger.
“What? He said he got her a job as a dancer in a dance troupe like she used to do in high school. I want to kill him.”
“You have been talking to Fields, and you expect me to believe that you just happened to be in the same store I was going to be in. It’s a high-end store with cops that will put a bullet in your ass if they felt threatened enough. What was the real motive? Did he send you there to set me up?”
“I swear it’s not like that.”
