“You are a beautiful woman, Eve,” he says, stepping forward and bending low so his eyes are level with mine. “I’ve been telling you your whole life, you don’t need to know a damn thing. You just need to look pretty and make a man love you. Cook for Luka, f**k Luka…distract Luka. That was your job, and you failed.”
“Distract him from what?” I ask, trying to ignore the fact that my own father just told me my duty was to f**k one of his enemies.
“From this,” he says, gesturing between himself and the men around him. “I wanted to team up with the Irish, which is why you were engaged to the gunrunner years ago. You screwed that up, too, unfortunately, but I fixed it. Luka helped. He was so smitten with you, he proposed the solution himself the first time he met you. All I had to do was force
