Page 2 of Wicked Throne

Mayor Willis stilled at the stranger’s deep voice. He looked between us and I could tell he’d probably just shit on himself. All I could offer was a shrug. I had no idea who in the hell this man was but he commanded energy and strength.

“I had figured soon enough, I would make your acquaintance…I’m new in town,” the stranger stated. “I’ll have to ask you kindly to come from between my future bride’s legs. It's beginning to leave a bad taste in my mouth.”

With that I watched him reach into his coat pocket and toss a black velvety box onto my desk chair. Shock and surprise rolled through my stomach as I watched the major scramble to his feet. He looked between the two of us on his way out; he didn’t stop for more than a second. He was just a ball-headed flash fleeing the scene of his latest indiscretion. I knew he would go home to his wife and kiss her cheek with the same mouth he had eaten me out with.

Men…, I thought.

“Who the fuck are you?”

I eyed the box and then I eyed the stranger. He was handsome as hell. Older, and more refined but not quite my taste.

“As I said before Darlin….I’m your future husband. Consider this a proposal…and if you don’t like it. Take it up with your father.”

Before I could say another word, he was already walking away.

Rage.

It was boiling up inside of me.

I was the Diamond of Atlanta.

Men didn’t walk the fuck away from me.

I walked away from them, who in the fuck did he think he was?

And then telling me that I should call my daddy. Well that was exactly what I was going to do. I wasn’t going to marry a damn soul on this Earth.

Chapter 2

Diamond

My feet slammed into the marbled floors of the mansion that my daddy owned. He hadn’t picked up the damn phone and I knew that he had seen me calling him. A few of his guards were milling around. By the time I reached his study, my ex-baby sitter turned stepmother had stepped into view holding her newborn baby brother.

“Ivy, I don’t think you should bother your father right now,” she gave me a small smile. She was nursing the baby in the crook of her arms.

I stopped in my motions, as rage rampaged through my body. She knew I was not the one or the two.

I didn’t deal with her.

I didn’t deal with her child.

“Nautica, I know you are not in my face right now. I’m here to see my daddy,” I arched one of my perfectly shaped brows in her direction.

She twitched just a little. Good, the bitch was scared of me. We didn’t set horses. She was just some little peasant that at the age of eighteen had slithered her way into my daddy’s bed.

“Ivy, don’t be so loud. You’ll wake John Jr.,” the baby began to stir in her arms.

Ugh!

She had dared to name the child after my father. She knew damn well my mother had died trying to give my daddy a son. It made my skin crawl that she was such a guttersnipe.

“Bitch, you and that baby had better move out my way.”

Hurricane Diamond…

That was what I called it when I was ready to go the fuck off. I watched the guttersnipe roll her eyes and begin to walk away.

“You’ll be someone else’s problem soon, and thank the damn lord,” I heard her mutter.