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To have her here, in my home, she’s so, so… mine. I want all our clothes mingled together. Lying in a heap on my bedroom floor.

I want her to stay with me tonight.

Maybe forever.

And I know she wants to stay with me. The flush in her cheeks, the sultry look in her eyes, she wants it as badly as I do.

But I’m the head of the family for a reason. I don’t jump into things. I don’t do relationships. So if I’m going to make an exception for Paige, I will need her commitment.

I pour the wine. One question burns in my mind. Will she accept my proposal?

I won’t waste her time, or mine. I hold the glass out toward her. Our fingers touch, as I pass the glass to her. Before I let go, I say to her, “I won’t have you unless you are mine.”

CHAPTER SIX

Paige

It’s a lot to take in.

The wine helps.

Bronson Bachman is a bloodline Bachman. He’s the head of the Bachman family. Essentially, I sit drinking wine with the man who happens to be the head of an organization much more powerful than the New York mafia is or has ever been.

Even in their heyday.

Though without any of the senseless violence, I have been assured.

Is that supposed to make me feel better? Violence is violence. Isn’t it? But when I look at him as he speaks, I know that inside of him is good.

And the Bachmans not only own the largest crime ring. They own a huge chunk of the city. Making them, I assume, billionaires.

Collectively, they own every building that lines their Village. They cleared the inner area, building the seven streets of row homes with the parklike setting in the center. Each one has access back into the city, via their businesses.

He really does have a lair. And a secret exit. And he has never done a lick of paperwork in his life.

I’m sitting next to an extremely powerful man. One who just ate my pussy in the alleyway leading to his secret world.

I take another long swig of wine.

And the women.

Bachman Beauties, as I’ve begun referring to them.

Powerful, intelligent. And all submissive to their dominant Bachman men.

It’s almost too much to take in.

And yet…

My mind keeps flashing to the image of Tess, standing bare-bottomed in her window, her punished ass on display for all to see.

Will that be me, one day?

My pussy clenches, gushing in my panties.

Who am I trying to kid? Myself?

The entire time he spoke, his handsome face remained free of emotion. It was as if he was giving me a lesson in history. Not telling me about his very complicated, very secretive life.