Book Cover By: @writermarie__
Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir.
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Lyric
I swallowed. God he was so terrifying, even while intoxicated. "No, I haven't."
His eyes narrowed. "Why the hell not, Lyric?"
"Tristian-"
He slams his palms against his chest, startling me. "Why you trying to make this harder then it has to be, Lyric? Tell him who I am or I swear I will go down there right now and tell him myself. You're taking your precious time when you already had years to tell him about me." Then, like something ticked in his mind, he frowns and tilts his head. The movement remind me of Trevor so much. "Hold on, what did you tell him?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did he never ask about me? He never wanted to know why his father wasn't in his life? Or did you lie to him?" He spat, his jaw so tight i was surprised his tech didn't crack.
"He did ask .." I drift off, staring at him without showing my fear. He's not about to keep little girling me.
"And?" He press.
"I told him that his father was away and I wasn't sure when you were coming back." I admit, flinching when he snaps his neck back in disbelief.
"Type of shit-" she stops himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The muscles in his arms flexed as he leans further on his desk, using his hands for support.
I hated the way my brain chose now to admire his looks. I don't know if it was because he was drunk and looked so out of place or because he was wearing a casual fit instead of his suits but he looked incredibly hot today. It was nerve wrecking.
"Lyric, sweetheart." He chuckles dryly like a maniac before opening his eyes again. His eyes now a shade darker. I could practically see the devil and the angel fighting in his eyes. "I need my son to know who I am. It's been six days."
"I know." I stressed with an attitude. "I'm trying to find the right moment."
"The right moment would've been when he was able to speak for the first time." He's scoffed.
"And say what?" I snapped, finding his attitude a little annoying now. "Oh yea son, by the way, you have a father but I don't know who he is, just his name and what he looks like and I'm pretty sure he was my boss?"
"That would've been better than saying the bullshit you told him." He mummer .
"You sound like a child right now, be fucking for real." I crossed my arms.
