Ruthless Creatures (Queens & Monsters, #1)(105)
“What do you mean?”
“The gunfight started that night at La Cantina because one of the Irishmen who was killed slapped her ass when she passed by as they were being seated. She stopped Stavros from shooting him then, but when you and I got up and left the table, the Irish came over and started talking shit. Asking her what she was doing with a bunch of Russian pussies. You can imagine how it went from there.”
“Oh my god.”
“Exactly. Then, at the annual Christmas Eve meeting of all the families, the Irish were pissed and wanted compensation for breaking the truce and for the loss of their men. I refused, of course. You slap a woman’s ass and call her man a pussy, you’re asking to be shot. The Irish didn’t like my answer. That time, they were the ones who started shooting. It all went to hell from there.”
“Wow.” I pause, thinking. “When I tell Sloane she’s the reason the entire American mafia is at war, she’ll be over the moon with happiness. I can hear the Helen of Troy comparisons already.”
“You can tell her when she gets here tonight.”
Surprised and excited, I say, “She’s coming here?”
He nods. “With Mojo. I sent the jet for her.”
I laugh. “Don’t be surprised if she doesn’t return it. And thank you. That means a lot.”
“I thought you could use the company. It’s not exactly normal around here right now.”
His smile is warm and soft. In a perfectly-cut black Brioni suit, his white dress shirt open at the collar exposing the strong column of his throat, he’s never looked so handsome or virile.
When my ovaries twinge, I look away, swallowing.
His tone sharpens. “What is it?”
I close my eyes and exhale. Life is going to be tough, living with a mind reader. “I was thinking.”
“Uh-oh.”
“I can’t look at you when I say this, so please don’t ask me to.”
His arm tightens around me and his gaze burns my profile, but he remains silent, waiting.
Losing my nerve, I shake my head. “Never mind. This is a bad time.”
Kage’s laugh is short. “Nice try. Talk to me.”
I’m so nervous to bring this up, but I know I need to tell him the truth or I’ll never hear the end of it. I pause for a moment, gathering my courage, then spit it out.
“Here’s the thing. I…I never really thought about being a mom. I mean, I just sort of assumed I’d have kids one day, but I never planned to. It wasn’t a goal or anything. But now that I know I won’t be having any…”
After a moment, he says gruffly, “What?”
I shift my weight to my other foot and wet my lips, wishing my heart wouldn’t beat so hard. It makes it difficult to keep my voice even. “I’m thinking I’d like the choice.”
He turns me to face him, pulling me close and grasping my jaw so I can’t look away. In a low, intense voice, he says, “Are you telling me you want to have my children?”
I whisper, “I know you said you didn’t want to bring kids into this life—”
“Are you telling me you want to have my children?”
“—and you already had the vasectomy—”
“Answer the damn question.”
“—but I think you can get those reversed—”
He growls, “If you don’t say yes or no right now, I’ll take you over my knee.”
I glance over at Stavros on the other side of the vast living room, talking in low tones with two other men and shooting us the occasional worried look.
“There are people here.”
“Do you think that would stop me?”
“No. So here’s something that will: red.”
He grinds his jaw, his dark eyes blazing. He looks like the top of his head is about to explode like a volcano. He says my name, enunciating every syllable.
I blow out a breath and blurt, “I’m saying I want to know if you’d be open to it.”
His reply is instant. “If I say yes, will you marry me?”
My eyes widen. I stare up at him with my heart pounding against my breastbone and my hands shaking.
Then, my stomach in knots, I drop my gaze to his chest and shake my head.
“It can’t be a negotiation. It has to be something you really want to do. That both of us want to do. You don’t make kids a bargaining chip.”
After a silent, tense moment, he drops his hand from my face and releases me.
“Go into my office. Look in the top drawer.”
His expression is unreadable, and now I’m confused. “Now? We’re in the middle of kind of an important conversation here.”
“Do it now before I lose my patience and do something I’ll regret.”
Anger forming into a bitter little ball inside my stomach, I stare at him, standing there glaring at me in all his Alpha male glory. “You don’t have to be so bossy.”
“And you don’t have to be so stubborn. Go.”
He turns away and swaggers back to Stavros and the other two men, dragging a hand through his dark hair as he goes.
I want to go into the kitchen and get a vat of wine to guzzle, but I do as I’m told, muttering under my breath about bossy men.
When I get into his office, I head straight for the big oak desk. I pull open the middle drawer on top, but there’s nothing in there except a blank pad of lined paper, a roll of stamps, a few ballpoint pens, and an unmarked manila envelope.