I showed up with an expensive present, gave them all the ol’ Tyler charm, and zeroed in on Natalie. I can. My assistant didn’t disappoint. Come with me!”
My brother and his bodyguard disappeared around the corner, and I watched Emily, Erin, and John looking on in disgust as they continued to watch from where they stood in the hall. “I mean, she’s pretty enough, I guess. Tyler pushed off the floor and sent us rolling across the wood and debris, and I slammed my hand into the ground just in time to bring us to a halt. I recalled Natalie’s liquid brown eyes staring up at me. I wasn’t just entertaining the idea—I was fucking planning it. “He went to another room.”
“Where’s Natalie?” I asked. “It’s why I used my mom’s last name. “Marcus!” Chloe yelled. It had pushed Natashya into another woman’s arms. I know,” she said. However it happened, I’d want him killed slowly… maybe in a weird way. Her hand slipped over my crotch again, squeezing my erection through my pants. Natalie reached out with a trembling hand to run her fingers through his hair. “That’s the fucking thing… you’re some stranger who’s never had anything to do with this family, and I’m not sure whether that’s worse than you being part of the family.”
“Either way,” I said, “None
