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Chapter Eleven

⚠️Warning ⚠️

Death and violence

Yaakov’s POV

I had plans to move little Miss smart mouth to the other side of the manor, organizing a room for her the night I had left her and Dr. Samuel’s. My mind was set and nothing was going to change it. She had set something off in me that was unfamiliar, something that I wanted nothing to do with.

But then she knocked the air right out of my lungs.

Her feisty attitude, hot temper, and smart mouth drove me wild inside, awakening something deep down inside of me that I never fucking knew existed.

And I wanted more, wanted to feel so much more.

After she threw the cup of water at my back, I walked out of the room with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face, and I have never done anything of the sort when it came to the opposite sex. I would smile politely when it was needed and even smirk when I knew they were hooked on my line, but never grinned like that. And I felt like a fucking teenager that just got the most popular girl in school to smile at him. I loved that she stood up for herself, loved that she yelled and screamed that all I wanted to do was to drop down onto my knees and worship her.

When I had called Danial to inform him that the young lady would be staying put, he began to bombard me with questions that I had no intention of answering, so I just gave him the order again and hung up. It had been three days since then, and right now I was stuck in a meeting, the last place I wanted to be because all I truly wanted was to see her again and have her run that smart sexy mouth of hers, wanting her to put me in my place again.

“I don’t know what to tell you Mr. Avraham, but my hands are tied.”

This fucker won’t have hands by the time this meeting comes to an end. I was seething while sitting at the head of my desk, my hands balled into fists as they lay on top of the wood, waiting for them to make contact with his fucking nose. I’ve been trying to obtain the ports at Aqaba in Jordan for more than six months, but with every turn, I keep hitting a brick wall. People told me that they didn’t have the space, or that they were too many clients obtaining the wharves already.

Which was a load of fucking shit.

All I was looking for was two nights out of the month to move my freight.

Midnight till six am wasn’t a huge inconvenience, so something else was at play, and I was going to find out.

I had Mohammed do a little digging into the matter after our first meeting with Omar, but I had not heard anything as to what he might have found out.

“There is more to this story Omar”

I say impatiently, my eyes drifting between all of them, leaning my body over the desk and resting my chin on my intertwining hands while my elbows dug into the wood. His fear radiated off him, filling up the room while my eyes burned into his. The fat man was visibly shaking in the chair opposite me, Danial and Kemal were standing tall at either end of my desk, arms folded while giving him a look of disgust.

He was lying, and I despise liars.

“So, I suggest that you use that tongue of yours to speak the truth, or Danial will have to remove it.”