WARIDI ✔️

Chapter Thirty Six

DEAN'S POV

"What the hell do you think you are doing in bed with my daughter." Mr. Anderson boomed barging into the room making me jump away from River onto my feet.

There had been no reason to get away from River, she was my wife but I had only just arrived in LA, I did not want a bullet in my head so soon. Mr. Anderson was as strict as they came and I was not ready to cross him.

River got out of bed and joined me, standing protectively next to me.

"Dad this is my room, you can't just barge in here like that." River demanded.

"Yes, I can, it is my house, I will enter wherever I damn well please." Mr. Anderson replied.

Watching River and her father go head-to-head like that allowed me to see just how similar the daughter was to her father, though my darling wife would never admit to that. Both of them were proud, head-strong, fierce and scary when angry.

"By all means do, but next time I will not apologize for what you walk in on. Dean and I are married after all and there are activities, we must partake in. We have been experimenting with the idea of having an audience. Maybe you can be our first spectator." River grinned making her father grimace.

See what I mean.

The idea of River and I having sex with her father watching was repulsive yet she had just bravely suggested that to him without blinking.

"He is not staying in this room. Young man get your bags, Claudia will show you to another room." Mr. Anderson barked looking at me.

I was about to jump into action when River grabbed my hand.

"Don't you dare move Dean. We are not sleeping in separate bedrooms. Now father if you are done talking, it was a long flight and Dean and I need some rest. Please show yourself out." River demanded leaving no room for an argument.

Mr. Anderson sighed in defeat knowing that he had lost this round. With a huff he turned around and left the room. River stalked towards the door and slammed it shut shaking the whole floor.

"I cannot believe the nerve of my father. As if I would let us sleep in separate bedrooms. If he could get his way, you would be sleeping in the dungeons." River scoffed.

"There are dungeons?" I choked out.

"Yes, underneath the house but they haven't been used in years. My mother got tired of my father bringing his business into our home so he banned him and he was forced to find some place else." She explained.

Her explanation did nothing to reassure me since all I could think about now was the fact that there were torture chambers under the mansion and I was now under the same roof with the mafia. Maybe I really hadn't thought this through but no, I couldn't let River face her father on her own.

"Nothing will happen to you Deanie for as long as I am here." River reassured me walking into my arms.

I held her tight as we hugged in the middle of her big bedroom. If I had thought that the mansion, we had bought in Karen was huge then the house River grew up in was an estate. It was triple the size of our house and even with the half hour tour we had not covered all of it. To say that the sheer size of it was intimidating would be an understatement. River's father was rich rich and by extension so was she as she was his heir and being here with them was allowing me to see just how much my world was different from hers.

"How about we take a shower, eat then take a nap? We need to be well rested for tonight." River suggested.

"What's tonight?" I asked her as she led me to the bathroom.