Brad says angrily, “You’re wrong. You’re making this up to suit yourself.”
Flynn takes out his phone and hisses, “Shall we call Jonny and ask him, because I’m guessing he will back up my story?”
“What do you want?” Brad already sounds defeated and Flynn shrugs. “I couldn’t give a fuck how much trouble you’re in, but there is one thing that is never going to happen. You are not marrying into this family, and you will work your ass off to pay back the money through hard work because if you step out of line, Dimitri gets all the facts, and you probably won’t have a job. Then I’ll find you and deliver you to Jonny personally and, as a favor to me, he will show you the error of your ways. So…”
He turns to me and says lightly, “Get your purse, baby, your day is done.”
As I rush to my feet, Flynn says casually, “Oh and another thing…”
He takes my hand and pulls me beside him and says ominously, “You treat Louisa with respect and if I see one shadow in her eyes when she returns home from work, I’ll hold you responsible and our next meeting won’t be so pleasant. Understand?”
Brad nods in defeat. “Of course. I’m sorry, Louisa.”
“It’s…” I don’t know what to say and Flynn laughs out loud. “Well, hasn’t this been fun? Have a good evening, Brad, and word of advice, stay away from the clubs, stick to what you’re good at, which is making money, not losing it.”
As I follow Flynn from the office, I’m in awe of him. Seeing him tear Brad roughly from his pedestal gave me a rush I wasn’t expecting. I loved it. The cruel way he humiliated him and exposed him in a few sentences. The defeat in Brad’s eyes and the sick expression on his face made me happy. Now I understand why every girl loves a bad boy, because that show of domination has caused every one of my lady parts to throb with heated desire. If the guy wasn’t my freaking cousin, I would have jumped him by now, which tells me I have a serious problem and its name is Flynn Vasquez.