Sicilian's Bride For A Price. Tara Pammi
always blazed his own path.”
She nodded, the depth of her grief for her brother a hole in her chest. At least that was one thing she couldn’t blame Dante for. Her brother had been a technical genius with no interest in his papa’s company.
“If I marry you, I can transfer my shares to you and the eventual fate of Vicky’s shares won’t really matter. You can continue to be the master of Matta Steel.” Even she couldn’t dispute the trailblazing new heights that Dante had taken the company to since her father’s death.
“Si. Your vow not to touch a penny of your father’s fortune will not be broken since the voting shares are yours through your mother. Monetarily, they don’t have much value, since they can’t be sold off, or transferred to anyone outside marriage. So this is a good deal for you.”
He had a well-rehearsed answer for every contentious point she could raise. “What do I get in return?”
“Money to throw into the drain that is the Lonely Hearts Foundation.”
She refused to bite into that judgmental tone. “As much as I want?”
“A pre-agreed upon amount, si.”
“I want a check—from your own personal fortune,” she added, determined to wring every drop of blood from him, “for that amount. If I agree.”
There was a glint in his eye and a slick smile around his mouth, arrogant confidence dripping from every pore. “Bene.” A regal nod to her request. “From my personal fortune, si?”
And whatever she demanded would be a drop in the ocean for him.
“We can’t annul or end the marriage for three years or they will revert back to you. We’ll both sign a prenup. At the end of the three years, a substantial amount of money will be settled on you.”
“I don’t want a settlement, I don’t want a penny from you. And I won’t—”
“Don’t be foolish, Alisha. Throwing away your inheritance when you were eighteen was one thing but—”
“—under any circumstances sign a prenup,” she delivered that with all the satisfaction of a well-placed right hook.
Shock etched onto those arrogantly handsome features.
It wasn’t wise tweaking the tail of a tiger, especially when he was so royally wound up. But if she expected an outburst, a small glimpse of his infamous Sicilian temper that cowed all his employees, Ali was disappointed. Only a small tic in that granite jaw even betrayed how...thrown he was by her coup de grâce. Since he had dropped the whole thing on her with the sensitivity of a bulldozer, she’d pulled that out pretty fast based on that instinct she’d honed for years to annoy the heck out of him.
But now she realized how much she needed that illusion of control over...this. The only way she could keep the balance in this relationship of theirs was not to give him everything he wanted.
“Why not sign the prenup? All it does is give you money I know you won’t touch.”
She smiled, thoroughly enjoying herself. “Is that praise I hear for my principles?”
“If you think mucking around through life, running from your own shadow is principled, all power to you. I call it a juvenile need for petty revenge you’ve yet to outgrow. And I keep waiting for you to wake up from this...protracted dream of yours, for the thud of reality to hit you.
“I know spoiled princesses like you like the back of my hand. There will be a day when you’ll crawl back to the luxury of your old life with your tail tucked between your legs. Because, really, what have you achieved in the last six years, except to sell off your mama’s jewelry piece by priceless piece?
“Sign the prenup. When that day comes, you’ll be thankful to me for giving you that option to fall back on.”
Wow, he wasn’t pulling his punches. Somehow, Ali kept her smile from sliding off her face.
His matter-of-fact assessment of her stung more than it should. She’d seen that same lack of respect, that same exaggerated patience in her father’s eyes on the eve of her eighteenth birthday.
As if dressing like a skank and making out with a former junkie rock star in front of their esteemed guests was all he had expected of Ali. And before she could change his impression of her, before she could apologize for her share of mistakes, he’d been lost to her.
But, if it was the last thing she did, she resolved to change Dante’s opinion of her.
Not because she wanted his approval—okay, she did, in some throwback to her angsty, unwise, earlier self—but because she wanted to prove him wrong. She needed to bring that arrogance down more than a peg or two. Really, she was doing a public service on behalf of all the women of the planet.
She needed to find some kind of closure for all the painful history between them. She longed for the day when she could look him in the eye and feel nothing.
No attraction. No wistful ache. No emotional connection whatsoever.
“No. No prenup. Let’s not forget I’m doing you a favor. I know you’re used to people bending over backward for you but I—”
Dark heat flared in his gray eyes. “Do you really want to threaten me about what I can or can’t do with you, Alisha?”
Ali jerked back, the temperature cocoon soaring from arctic cold to desert hot within seconds. Red-hot images of herself doing his bidding, forbidden images of their limbs tangling...the heat between them was a near tangible thing in the air.
Did that mean he felt it too?
Walk away now, Ali. Walk away before you’re far too tempted to resist.
But the thought of being able to save the charity that meant so much to her mother, the thought of returning to London, the thoughts of being grounded for a while, the thought of proving to Dante that she wasn’t a car crash in the making won out. “I want your word that this agreement is only on paper. That you won’t use it to manage me, to manage my life in any way.”
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His fingers roped over her wrists like a gnarly vine. That accent slipped in through his soft words. “Do not think to play those silly games with me that you did with your father, Alisha. I will not let you drag my name through mud like you did his. No splashing yourself all over the media with some ex-junkie. No sneaking out behind my back with another man. At least not when you’re in London.”
“If you’re not careful with your threats, you’re going to sound like a real fiancé, Dante.” Whatever his conditions, she knew she’d have no problem keeping them. Like she’d already told him, her days of doing things to wind him up were over.
But she wouldn’t let Dante have all the power in this relationship. “Let me get this straight. If I give up men for three years, will you do the same? Will you be celibate for three years?”
“I won’t be the reason my name or this agreement of ours gets dragged through the mud.”
“That’s not really answering the question.”
“My name, my reputation...they mean everything to me, Alisha. I built them brick by brick from nothing. Away from the shadow of my father’s crime.
“I created a new life from the ground up. I built my fortune, I made my reputation anew after everything I had was destroyed in a matter of days.” Ali shivered at the dark intensity of his words, the specter of his past almost a live thing between them. With his ruthless ambition coating every word, it was easy to forget what had brought Dante to her father at all. What had built him up to be this man she saw now.
“You put one toe out of line during any of this and your precious charity won’t get a penny.”