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I thought my father would’ve remarried years ago—to someone more his age—but he never has. Probably because he likes playing with little boys.
Sick fuck.
“When are we supposed to get our first Lambo? Asking for a friend,” Killian asks, smirking, then chomps on a piece of toast.
He could afford ten of them, for the record.
“Why the Fox girl? Any ideas?” Travis asks.
I shake my head and drop my mug on the table. I glance around Dune, the establishment owned by Killian. It’s one of seven four-star Michelin restaurants dotted around the United States.
We meet at Dune Manhattan every Wednesday morning. I can count on one hand the number of times any of us have missed our weekly breakfast over the years since it opened. Our fight club days have matured, obviously.
While we mostly talk about business, women, and banter like the idiots we truly are, we all know there’s a deeper purpose to these catch ups.
Support.
Our friendship is the foundation of our lives because we don’t have families. Or more accurately, we’re estranged from them because of the abuse we suffered at their hands.
We are true brothers, bonded by a promise to not let the vile world we started life in define who we became.
Or who we are every day.
Every day we have one another’s back, motivating one another to achieve greatness...and one day, to the sweet promise of vengeance.
Clearly, they haven’t realized my time has arrived.
“Not to be crass, but have you seen her? She’s fucking gorgeous,” Zayne says, pulling out his phone.
Irritation flashes through me, and while I contain my reaction, I stiffen and do a long blink.
What the hell was that?
Yes, Kyra is beautiful—that is unmistakable—but she means nothing to me. I don’t know her. Have never met her or seen her in person.
In fact, I’m not even sure I knew that Derek Fox had a daughter. Nor cared.
Now, I do.
Now she has become a very important person in my life. Not that Kyra is aware of that minor fact yet.
She soon will be.
Over the years, several opportunities have arisen to destroy my father. Every company has its vulnerable times. But I’m a strategic and patient man. It’s almost like I knew something better would eventually come along.
I’m not an idiot.
I know Kyra isn’t the love of Pierce’s life. He likely doesn’t even know the girl. Unless I’m wrong and there is some fucked-up age gap chemistry between them.
She won’t be after his money. As the heiress to Fox & Co., she’ll have a trust fund to pay for all the Chanel purses and Louboutin shoes her little heart could desire.
And she is little.
The size two brunette with icy blue eyes looks almost childlike in the photos I’ve found online.
Imagining her with my father has me scowling.
But if this isn’t a match made in fucking heaven, Kyra is in for a shock after their nuptials. My father is a cruel man. He will hurt her and enjoy every second of it.