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Summer's body is even better standing up. I can't stop staring at her as her hips sway gently with her stride. She moves through the dealership confidently. Everything about her shifts because she takes pride in her accomplishments as she speaks.

"Of course, our newest vehicles are out front to attract customers walking by. My bread and butter is getting the old inventory out. Avery and Edward worked on moving the newer cars off the lot."

"What about everyone else?" I ask her. "What about that Wyatt guy?"

She scoffs. "He's a lazy asshole who pretends to be in charge. I had to tell him to back off earlier after he made me lose my sale. No. I take that back. I didn't lose the sale because of Wyatt. I lost the sale because I walked away from my customer. I gave my customer too much time to think about it."

I nod. "So you can take responsibility for your actions."

Summer rolls her gorgeous blue eyes. "I was 15. When are you going to let that go?"

"It's going to take longer than this fifteen minutes of us breathing the same air. Don't get me wrong, Summer, I'm not going to place the blame squarely on your shoulders, but you had a responsibility to tell the truth."

"You're right. I'm really sorry, Bodey. How can I make it up to you?"

The way my eyes laser focus on her pouty pink lips makes my cock twitch with lust, desire, and an ache for the pleasure of a woman I haven't had in a long, long time. "You don't want me to answer that. It's not how big brothers are supposed to behave."

Summer's eyes travel down my frame, zeroing in on my crotch with a timid smile. "Marriage only made us siblings; it didn't make us related."

I shake my head, desperate to change the subject, before I bend her tight little ass over one of these desks. "Which cars have been here the longest? I can use those to move products for Mr. Scarpella."

"Are you working for him?" she asks.

"No. We have a business arrangement because I kept his nephew safe when we were locked up together. I didn't know he was Louis Scarpella's nephew when I saved him and didn't much care. The kid was petrified, only in there because he got caught up trying to make his bones and dropped the gun while fleeing the scene of his crime."

"Is he still locked up?" She leads me out to the lot where forty cars sit, waiting to be driven away.

"No. He got out with me and took me to his uncle's place in Chicago, explained everything, and we made a business deal. Louis's retiring. I'm taking over to make some quick cash while they find a replacement."

"Did you join the mafia to take over for Mr. Scarpella?"

"No. I'm not in the mob."

"Do you plan to be?"

"No." I take a count of the cars to make sure they match what Trevor showed me when I put down the cash to take this place off his hands. "Why are there thirty-nine cars and not forty on this lot?"

Summer's face shifts to confusion as she turns to the rows of vehicles, counting for herself. "Um. I don't know. Sometimes, Wyatt will take one home and bring it back in the morning. Maybe he parked it or took it when everyone left after you fired them. How is that going to work, by the way? I can't sell all these cars by myself."

"There's a storm coming," I tell her. "The storm's going to damage at least half the fleet. We'll auction the rest off and sellthe lot. You won't have to worry about selling these cars once I unload this property after I stripmine it."

"I'll be out of a job." The worry in her voice concerns me, but this was my plan before I realized how badly I wanted to fuck her.

I shrug. "That was sort of the plan."

"You're a piece of shit. I can't believe you're doing this to me." She shakes her head, turning away.

I can't stand it as I grip her by the arm, spinning her around and pushing her against a large SUV behind her. My knife comes out as easily as the wind blows, with my blade pressing up to her throat.

"I haven't done shit to you yet, Summer." My words are heavy with a warning that she has no idea who the fuck I am. Then, to my surprise, she swallows, letting the shallow gulp push the skin of her neck against the blade.

"Cut me if you're going to cut me, Bodey. Just get it over with."

The challenge ignites something inside me I can't ignore. The tension brewing between us mounts as I get closer, pressing my body against hers so she can feel what she's doing to me.

I don't want to cut her. I want to fuck her. I can barely control myself. Instead of backing away, I let my impulses take over and cover her mouth with mine.

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