Chapter 107: Holding On

NATHAN

"I'm just saying. She's been missing for a year now. And the Black Saint can't be without…well a wife, a hostess for the gatherings you hold, or a spouse to stand in for you when you need it." He finished and flashed me a wide sickening grin as though he had come up with the most fantastic idea of the century.

I rolled my head, wondering why my neck was so fucking stiff. "Listen, Eastwood, I have a lot of work I need to get done, so could you just get to the point?"

"Oh…my daughter, Erin. You've met her before."

Yes, I had. And what an unpleasant meeting those days had been.

"She's a beautiful girl, if I say so myself. I'm very proud of her—"

"And so what if she's beautiful? What, you want me to sponsor a modeling career for her or something?"

"Ahh, no Black Saint. I want you to marry her." He fidgeted on the word marry and I almost laughed.

"What the are you saying, Eastwood?"

"Faye has been missing for over a year now. It's obvious she doesn't want to come back to you. And