Surrender To Me

BANE

I looked up from my work when there was a knock on the door. It was almost three in the morning, and I wondered who it would be. “Enter,” I said, returning my eyes to my desk.

I looked up again once the door had closed, taking in the blonde-haired beauty who had just stumbled into my office. Her blue eyes widened a little when she saw me, but her gaze didn’t drop.

“Who the fuck are you?” I barked. And how the fuck had she gotten in here? Where the fuck was Dagger? Turning my head, I saw him down in the club, chatting with one of the waitresses. Fuck.

“Who are you?” I asked again when the woman remained silent.

Tilting her chin up in defiance, she glared at me. “My name is Wren Montana,” she said, her voice strong. “I believe you know my brother, Hawk.”

“Hawk Montana,” I replied with a sneer. “The bastard who thought he could steal from me.”

She bobbed her head. “I’m not here to condone what he’s done, but I am here to ask you if there was some other way he could get that money to you. Fifty grand is not an easy sum to find.”

“It would be if he hadn’t stolen it from me in the first place.” I settled back farther in my chair, molding into the soft, supple leather. “Did he ask you to come here?”

“No.”

“So, what… you thought you’d just try your luck and ask me to let his indiscretion go?”

For the first time since she came in here, she ducked her eyes. “Yes.”

I let my gaze travel down her body. She was dressed in a thin tank top that showed off a set of breasts I wouldn’t have minded titty-fucking. Her waist was narrow, and her hips flared. Her legs, though? Fuck me, I wanted them wrapped around my waist. Her little Daisy Dukes showcased them perfectly.

Standing, I rearranged my erection and stalked toward her. She tipped her chin up in defiance as I did, and I got a little harder.

Circling her, I ran the tip of my finger down her arm, then around to her back. When it inched onto her ass, she spun around to slap me, but I caught her hand before it could land. Our faces were mere inches apart, and I could smell the scent of her shampoo. Fire erupted in those blue eyes of hers.

“I’m not one of your whores,” she hissed. “So don’t touch me without my permission.”

I let her wrist go and stepped away. She had fire. I liked fire. My dick especially liked fire. “Well, Little Bird, now I know what you’re made of.” “Fuck you,” she snarled.

I laughed darkly. “Oh, I intend to at some point.” I didn’t date. I had no time to date. I barely got time to fuck women I wanted to fuck given that my time was split between the club and my drug operation.

But Wren Montana-I wanted to fuck her.

I wanted to see how deep that fire went.

I wanted to see if she would let me break her, then beg me for more.

“What do you want, Little Bird?” I asked, liking the way my new nickname sounded each time I said it.

“I want you to forget about the money my brother owes you.”

I shook my head and perched on the edge of my walnut desk. Skimming my fingers along the edge, I thought about what Wren would look like bent over it, her knuckles clenched white as she held on tight while I fucked her raw. Her eyes darted down to my hips, then back up again, and I smirked. “I can’t forget what he owes me. Nobody steals from me, and nobody can escape the punishment either.”

All of a sudden, tears welled in her crystal-clear eyes, and my heart fucking lurched in my chest. I didn’t suffer from blubbering emotional women. Even if one of my Dolls comes to me with a tear-worthy issue, I took care of their problem expeditiously but left all the emotional shit kicked to the curb.

Tears on Wren, though-fuck, I was in trouble.

“Please. He doesn’t have the money. I don’t even have the money-”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

I held my hand up for her to stop. “He asked you for help?”

“He’s my baby brother. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”

Man, that was so fucked up. It was the man’s duty to look after his sister, not the other way around. Locking down my emotions, I said to her, “He has a week to get me my fifty thousand.”

“And what happens if he doesn’t?” The steel was back in her voice even though tears sat silver and voluminous in her eyes. “What then, huh? Will you beat him again or worse?”

“Or worse,” I replied darkly, without a touch of remorse. “Nobody steals from me. Nobody gets to think they’ve pulled one over on me. Nobody survives this breach of trust.”

Roughly, she swiped the tears from her eyes and straightened her shoulders. Fuck, she even thrust her chest out a little, drawing my attention to her breasts. The air-conditioner kicked in then, sweeping the room with a gust of arctic air and causing her nipples to pebble. No fucking bra. I fucking liked this woman.

“You’re a goddamn mobster.” She hurled the words at me like they were daggers instead of syllables.

Pushing up off the desk, I got to within an inch of her body, her breasts almost brushing against my pecs. “You’re fucking right. I am. Now, get that fine ass of yours out of here, Little Bird, before I bend you over my knee and spank that defiance out of you.”

I braced for the slap. I was not prepared for the lust that surfaced in her gaze. So she liked it rough, did she? I filed that little nugget of information away for later because I knew there would be a later. Any woman who could stand up to me, defy me like that, was a woman I wanted to get to know.

She retreated on shaking legs, throwing one last filthy glare over her shoulder at me just before she shut the door. I ran a hand through my hair and blew out a breath. Turning to the window, I watched as Wren walked toward the entrance to the club. Her head was held high, her walk confident.

Fuck, I wanted to break her.

Behind me, the office door opened. “Who was that, boss?” Dagger asked. “A new Doll?”

I rounded on the guy, barely containing the anger I had at him for not being at the door to stop her from coming in. But then I thought about it. If he’d stopped her, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of meeting her. So instead of chewing the bastard out, I smiled at him. “She was Hawk Montana’s big sister.”

Dagger’s expression didn’t change. It hardly did. The only emotions I’d ever seen on his face before were blank and blank. There wasn’t a damn thing I could tell him to do that he wouldn’t see through.

“What did she want?”

“She wanted me to forget about the fifty thousand he owes.”

“In exchange for what?”

“Nothing. She came in here with no fucking bargaining chip at all.” Which either meant she was incredibly smart or incredibly stupid. Stupidity didn’t seem to fit Wren. There was calculation in her eyes, an old knowledge that understood how this world worked. “I want you to find out what you can about her.”

“You got it.” He glanced at his watch. “Closing time soon.”

I did the same time check. So it was. Three o’clock rolls around quickly. “Get that information. I want to visit her tomorrow.”

“Yes, boss.”

Dagger left, and I returned to my desk. I would see my Little Bird again, and I would take what I wanted from her without any complaint.