Chapter 19

“You’re a sick man” I chuckle my eyebrows raised in question. I couldn’t bet for women with him if that’s what he wanted.

“No” he laughs “That’s not what I mean Allison.”

“Then what do you mean?” I stand up straight and squint a little to try and look more intimidating, taking a small drag of the forgotten cigar in my hand.

“We’re going to have ourselves a little bet” he whispers his voice low and I shudder a little but recover in time to frown.

“I got that part, what’s the bet though?” I try to sound fierce but the way he stares at me makes me suddenly feel small.

“Simple” he pauses, takes a drag of his cigarette then smiles putting it off against my living room wall before dropping the rest on the floor “I’m giving you a month Alison. One month to make as much as my business makes-” he doesn’t finish, I cut him off.

“You’re sick-” I spit recognizing how much his illegal business makes in… Even a week.

“I’m also filthy rich and good looking, tell me more, Alison…” he steps towards me and I step back. He speaks as if he owns the fucking universe, this man.

“I want nothing to do with you” I raise my voice struggling to maintain my sanity and keep eye contact with him at the same time.

He loved seeing people break down and crumble in front of him. I wasn’t going to give him that.

“Too bad, because if you fail to make as much as my business makes in a month, you’re coming with me” he clenches his jaw, his dark eyes glaring back at me.

What the fuck?