“She looks young,” a hoarse voice said from behind me. “What is the price for this one?”
“Ah, this one.” My dad laughed. “She will be a special price.”
“How much are we talking about?” a second man asked. “The last woman I bought was tarnished, practically starved to death.”
“I said special,” Dad repeated. “Because attached to her is one thing you all want — and desperately crave.”
The room fell silent as my father’s eyes roamed around the room, stopping at each individual before finally settling on me. “Part of the family. Marry her, take her, and you will be welcomed into the De Lange family, no questions asked.”
“How do you figure?” someone brave asked.
“She’s my daughter.” My father chuckled. “Marry her, and you’ll be second only to my son.”
“But… that’s impossible. One has to be born into the family. Even some made men are never fully respected and—”
“Silence,” my father snapped. “So we lie, say you’re a cousin of a cousin, nobody has to know, and in the end nobody will care. We are the De Langes, after all. Each of you has been chosen for what you can offer.”
Silence followed.
My father cleared his throat. “Let the bidding begin at one point five.”
“One point five?” The man with the gruff voice asked.
“Million,” Father answered. “Do I hear two?”
I gasped for breath, nearly jolting out of my seat as the plane hit the runway.
“Are you okay?” Chase whispered to my left.
“Uh, yeah.” I cleared my throat and looked down at my hands. “Flying always makes me have weird dreams.”
“You were able to dream, all within twenty minutes?”
I leaned back against the seat. “What can I say? I’m special.” I flashed him a quick side grin and licked my lips nervously.
“Yeah.” Chase’s eyes penetrated mine. “You really are.”
Wow, could I wake up like this after every nightmare? My breathing picked up. I was annoyed that all it had taken were a few words of praise, and I was ready to jump his bones in front of everyone.
“Mil.” Chase’s smile grew. “You hot or something? You’re completely flushed.”
“Hot,” I repeated. “Yeah, really hot.” Holy crap. Someone punch me in the face ASAP. I laughed nervously and tightened my seatbelt.
The next fifteen minutes of landing almost killed me. Every time I wanted to turn and say something to Chase, he was looking directly at me. And not just one of those looks that says Hey weirdo, what the hell are you staring at?
No. Because if it was that type of stare, I’d simply flip him off and be on my merry way.
He was staring at me like he was a dying man… a man who’d just gotten out of solitary confinement and had been given a Christmas dinner. Me, being the dinner and a freaking Christmas tree.
“Mil.” Chase’s smooth voice invaded my peace and already-frayed nerves. I could have sworn his tongue just touched my ear.
“Hmm?” I pretended to be unaffected. Let it be known here and now, I’m a terrible actress.
“It’s time to get up.” As his words hit home, I looked around. People were filing out while I’d been daydreaming. Great. That’s just what we needed, my savior to be my distraction.
“Right.” I laughed and waved him away, then tried to get up, only to be held down by my seatbelt. With a groan I reached for the buckle — but was beat by Chase’s massive hand. Smirking, he reached around where it connected and lifted the buckle. I felt that effing lift all the way down my toes. Mother. Loving. Dying. Damn. Shit. Hell. Storm.
I repeated those words over and over in my head as his hand grazed my thigh. The seatbelt fell and I was frozen, paralyzed by his touch, and fighting a losing battle with actually hating the fact that I still felt the buzz from his fingertips.
“Up.” Chase motioned for me to stand. “Things to do, people to see, lives to ruin.”
“Wow, you should be a motivational speaker,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Nah.” Chase gripped my shoulders and whispered behind me. “I think I’m perfectly happy with being your husband instead.”
What the hell? I whipped around so fast I almost fell over. But he was grabbing his bag so I couldn’t see his face, meaning I was left to wonder if he’d actually meant what he’d said or if he’d been joking. A large part of my heart begged for him to be joking, because if he wasn’t, that other part of my heart, the ten percent, was so heavily invested I knew it was only a matter of time before it spread to one hundred. And I wasn’t sure I’d survive that type of transformation.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chase
We checked into our hotel without any sort of issues. Frank and Luca decided to go gamble before the big meeting. Something else Mil had failed to mention. We were meeting the day we arrived. What the hell kind of bright idea was that? Exhaustion did not bode well for negotiation or for getting information, and I still wasn’t totally convinced we should be talking to the wife of the freaking Godfather of everyone.
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t an actual Godfather, but it felt like it. Especially when you knew the facts. He was a Sicilian-born immortal with loads of money and the ability to survive not one, but seven bullets to the head — all on different occasions, but still. In my book, that made him either a freaking vampire or so damn evil that even Satan didn’t want him in hell yet.