Page 74 of These Family Ties
Hugo’s eyes narrow and we share a look. “What kind of accident?”
Charlie takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly. As he straightens his spine, I remember why I hired him. He showed potential, plus he liked to gossip. “His secretary said it was a car accident, he had to be placed in a medically induced coma for a few days.”
Handing Hugo the glass, I let our fingers brush before taking my seat.
“Oh dear. It looks like your dear little nephew likes to play dirty,” Hugo chuckles, sipping his whiskey with a wry smile. My nephew isn’t the only one willing to get his hands bloody, and it’s time I put a stop to his shenanigans—his little vendetta against me has gone on for far too long. He was like a feral mutt, always clinging on.
He’d already purchased the home I grew up in as a child when it sold two years ago. Then earlier this year, when I moved from my penthouse into a cute little brownstone, he was the buyer who snapped up the apartment I’d abandoned—something I only found out when ripples started amongst my shareholders. He was coming for the business, and I would not let that happen.
“Charlie, get me everything you can on Weston Edwards. I want to know everything—from which companies come under West Holdings, to who he likes to fuck, and which soap he uses.”
My assistant nods, the tips of his ears turning pink as he taps away on the screen. With a shaky voice, he says, “Weston Harrington. He goes by Harrington now.”
It looked like a few rotten limbs needed to be trimmed from the family tree. I slam my glass down. “That little fucker really needs to learn his place.”
If I didn’t get ahead of this now, my nephew was just going to keep cropping up like a weed, poking its head through the cracks. It was bad enough he’d managed to get his sticky little paws on some of our shares, but now the question was what he was going to do with them. Just what was the ingrate after?
If Weston was behind Jacobson’s accident, there would be no doubt that the other shareholders would be shaken. I couldn’t have them wavering, not when there was a viper in the nest.
“Get me on a flight first thing, it looks like I need to pay a visit to our US branch.” I share another look with Hugo. There was no ignoring this whole filthy thing any longer. “Call Alexi Volkov and book a session at Toska. Tell him I want the Onyx room and a play partner– he knows what I like.”
Pain. Control. Blood.
Those were what I craved, but being the daughter of one of the wealthiest conglomerate families meant my tastes had to be catered for in a way that didn’t draw unnecessary attention.
That’s why I chose my outlets carefully and surrounded myself with people who had just as much to lose as I did. Trust was worth nothing, but mutually assured destruction was a useful tool to wield.
Glancing up, Charlie blinks at me a few times as if processing. “Are you sure? Only you promised your mother you would spend the week at your house down the Gower.”
My headache picks up the tempo, the pounding almost deafening now as I bite the inside of my cheek. Iona Harrington would barely notice if I was there or not. She was too busy swimming in the bottom of her gin glass.
Rolling my eyes, I sit back in my leather chair and sigh. “I’ll send her an email and let her know that I won’t be in Wales this week. Business comes first, she knows that.”
Charlie sucks in a sharp breath. “But Delphine…”
“What is difficult to understand? Get me on a flight, and then get me to Club Toska.”
Chapter Two
West
“Are you sure?” I ask, with another thrust upwards. Sweat sheens on my bare chest under the low lights as the heavy bass comes up through the floor. The room is all green and golds, luxury and comfort with silk sheets and a mirrored ceiling. No wonder Alexi likes it here.
“Da.” The man with the almost white hair chuckles as he takes a lazy drag of his joint. As sweet-smelling plumes of smoke twirl above us, he grins, grinding down harder on my cock. “Your beautiful tetya will be here tomorrow.”
He places the spliff between my lips before leaning back, putting his hands just above my knees. He slowly pulls off my dick before slamming back down, drawing long groans from both of us. His head is thrown back, but as icy blue eyes meet mine in the reflection, I know it’s so he can watch himself.
When you build your business around sex and drugs, neither of those things is ever in short supply. The lithe, beautiful man lazily taking his pleasure from me has no real attachment to either, no more than he does brushing his teeth or getting dressed.
For me, my body is a tool to be used in the climb to get what I want. What I’m owed. I will fuck who I have to, to get where I need to be. That’s how I came to be involved with the Volkov’s all those years ago.
“And everything is in place?” I growl as he takes back his weed for another puff. His thick, flushed cock bounces against pale creamy skin, leaving a glistening trail of precum on his stomach.
“Da. Your little plan is all set and ready.” Alexi grabs my chin, pulling me close as he looks into my eyes. Blowing the smoke between my parted lips, I swallow it down hungrily. “If she kills you, I will be most sad.”
Smirking, I wrap my hand around his neck and squeeze. “Alexi, don’t lie. The only people you care about are Noush and Alya.”
“Hmmm, this is true.” He reaches back and fondles my balls before pulling on them as he rolls his hips. “But I would miss your cock.”