It was dangerous. It was daunting. It was like playing a game of tug-of-war with death.
It was everything I was cut out for.
“Thank you, Mr. Tucker,” I said softly, sweetly. I matched my smile to my tone. “Thank you for showing me what my role is.”
And thank you for reminding me that my role is to not rest until you have been totally and irreversibly f**ked over in every way a man like you can be.
“You’re my girl now.” He grabbed my hand, and I couldn’t help but compare the difference between his and Henry’s touch. They were like night and day. “I’ll take care of you if you take care of me.”
I kept my smirk to myself and glanced at him, keeping my fake smile in place. “I’ll take care of you, Mr. Tucker. Guaranteed.”