Billionaire Unveiled

by J. S. Scott

  Gio took his self-appointed role as head of the family seriously—too seriously. It had been the root of many disagreements between them over the years, even if recently they’d called a truce.

  A truce that had ended abruptly that morning when Nick had caught his mother crying and had asked her what was wrong. Her answer had infuriated him.

  “How is she?” Gio asked smoothly, as if he were inquiring about the weather.

  “Weak. The doctor has her on a monitor while they try a new medication.”

  “I hope he finds what she needs.” Gio’s comment held just enough sarcasm to renew Nick’s earlier anger.

  “It would be nice if you pretended to care.”

  Gio walked over to his desk, sat on the edge of it, and crossed his arms in front of him. “I do, but I’m not convinced she’s as ill as she says she is.”

  “I met with her doctor yesterday. His story matched hers. Is he lying? Am I? What the hell is your problem?”

  Gio rubbed his chin with one hand. “She has no history of heart disease and the timing was . . . convenient.”

  “Don’t you mean inconvenient for you? Afraid if it’s true it’ll cut down on the time you can spend with your fiancée?”

  Gio stood up and dropped his hands to his side. “Leave Julia out of this.”

  Shaking his head in disgust, Nick said, “I’d like to, but from what I hear she’s part of the problem. You may not care what she says to Mother, but I do.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “I don’t believe you, but that doesn’t matter. I came here because you and Julia are upsetting Mother and it’s affecting her health. You need to go see her and apologize.”

  Between gritted teeth, Gio said, “I have nothing to apologize for.”

  Nick crossed the room and stood nose to nose with his brother. “I could give you a list that goes back years, but right now I’m referring to how you told her she’s driving all of us away and will die alone.”

  Gio’s face went white with anger. “I said that because she . . .” He groaned. “Taken out of context it sounds bad, but . . .”

  “Gio, you said it to an elderly woman who just had a heart attack. There is no context in which that doesn’t make you look like a fucking asshole.”

  Gio rubbed one of his temples. “You don’t know the whole story. I didn’t tell you what she said to Julia.”

  “I don’t give a shit what she said. I don’t care about your little security girlfriend. I care that finally getting laid has you so turned around you can’t see how you’re hurting our mother.”

  “The only reason you’re still standing is because I know what it’s like to be fed lies by her. I feel for you, but if you value your life you won’t mention Julia again. Mother doesn’t need your protection, trust me.”

  “So you won’t go see her?”

  “Not until I’m ready.”

  Nick shook his head in disgust. “I knew you were a heartless bastard when you threatened to have father’s mistress thrown out of her home if she ever contacted us. As long as you get what you want, it doesn’t matter who you hurt, does it? Mother wanted to confront her, but you wouldn’t let her have that closure, would you? It all has to be on your terms, doesn’t it?”

  “How long have you known about Leora?”

  “I always suspected Father had someone on the side. No one in the oil business needs to spend that much time in Venice. It was why I offered to go with you to collect his body. I wasn’t surprised by what you found there. But I was disappointed you didn’t think the rest of us deserved the truth.”

  “You were young . . .”

  “I’m two years younger than you are, Gio. Not a child. You didn’t keep us in the dark to protect us—you took advantage of the situation. While Mother grieved, you took over the company. She was so distraught she didn’t realize she was handing over the reigns to someone who had no intention of giving them back”

  “Is that what she’s telling you? You’re forgetting I made you a full partner from the beginning. You chose not be involved. You could’ve joined me at any time. I’ve kept a goddamned office staffed for you for almost a decade.”

  “An empty gesture. I tried to work with you when Father first passed. You shut me down every chance you got. Do you know what it was like to speak at a meeting only to have you correct everything I said?”

  “You had no idea what you were talking about. I had worked my way up in the company so I knew what needed to be done. You came in with no experience. I couldn’t let you—”

  “Fuck it up? Or learn enough to be your competition? You don’t fool me, Gio. You wanted full control and you got it.”

  The door of the office opened and Rena strode directly up to the men. “I can hear the two of you in my office. Is everything okay?”

  “This is none of your concern, Rena,” Gio said without looking away from Nick.

  Planting herself directly between them, Rena put her hands on her hips and said, “Yes, it is. I love both of you and that makes it my concern.”

  Nick put a hand on Rena’s shoulder. “We’re fine, Rena.”

  Gio put his hand on Rena’s other shoulder and snarled at Nick. “Get your hand off my secretary.”

  Nick said, “She may work for you, but you don’t own her.”

  “True, but I won’t let you use her as another way to piss me off. Rena, stay the hell away from him. Understand me?”

  “If Rena and I ever get together it will have nothing to do with you.”

  “Nick, don’t do something I’ll have to kill you for.”

  “Stop it. Both of you.” Rena looked back and forth between the two of them and shrugged their hands off. “First of all, I don’t belong to anyone, and no one could ever tell me who I could or couldn’t see. Second of all, there is no risk of anything happening with Nick because he’s practically my brother. Now, what is really going on here?”

  Nick met Gio’s eyes over Rena’s head. “Nothing new.”

  Gio glared back at him. “I’m not doing this. I’m not getting sucked back into the lies.”

  “I hoped I could talk you into doing the right thing, Gio, but if you can’t be kind to your mother when she’s fighting for her life then stay the hell away from her. She doesn’t need your version of love.”

  “I told her what she needed to hear.”

  “Don’t do it again, Gio. Your reign over this family is over. It ends now.”

  Gio barked a humorless laugh. “Are you threatening me?”

  Rena said, “I’m sure that’s not what Nick meant.”

  With a steely voice, Nick said, “Don’t test me on this, Gio. You won’t win.”

  Gio ran his hand through his hair. “Nick, you’re letting Mother get in your head. This is what she does. She twists things around to suit her agenda. You can’t believe anything she says.”

  “But I can trust you? You’re honest with me? Tell me, how long were you going to wait to tell the rest of us we have a half sister?”

  His question hung heavy in the room. Gio waved a hand in frustration. “I planned to tell you when we returned from the wedding, but . . .”

  “Really? It’s hard to believe anything you say.”

  “I didn’t know about her until I went to see Father’s mistress in Venice.”

  Rena asked, “You have a half sister? Does Luke know?”

  Gio’s jaw tightened and his face went red with anger. “No. When we returned from Stephan’s wedding, we received the call that Mother had had a heart attack and I decided to wait.” He clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides. “I didn’t want to upset her.”

  Nick shook his head in disgust. “I can’t stomach another moment of this. Stay away from me, Gio. Stay away from all of us or I will take from you the only thing you’ve ever cared about—Cogent.”

  * * *

  “Nick . . .” Rena said, but Nick was already walking out the office door. As she rushed to follow him, sh
e heard Gio mumbling behind her.

  “What the fuck would he do? He doesn’t even know where his office is.”

  Rena sprinted down the hallway after Nick. Years of high school track paid off as she beat him to the elevator door. “Don’t go . . .”

  He looked down at her, and the pain in his eyes chased the rest of what she was going to say clear out of her head. Normally he hid behind sarcasm and empty flirtation, but in that moment she saw the man behind the playboy façade, and the sadness in him ripped at her heart. “Stay away from me, Rena. I’m not in a good place.”

  She took his hand in hers. “That’s when you need friends the most. Come back and try talking to Gio again. You’re brothers. You can figure this out.”

  “I wish it were that simple, Rena, but your loyalty to him is misplaced.”

  “I don’t believe that for a minute.”

  “Then you are a poor judge of character.” Nick tried to pull his hand away from hers, but Rena held on tighter. She had to make him see that walking away wasn’t the answer. When it came to why they didn’t get along, neither brother was entirely blameless.

  Nick was right: Gio was brutally honest and most comfortable when he was fully in control of a situation. He didn’t delegate well and didn’t have the patience to wait while others worked out a problem he had already solved. She didn’t doubt Nick’s version of what it was like to speak at a meeting run by Gio. But she also knew Gio would do anything for his brothers, and that Nick’s criticism had hurt him, even if he didn’t show it.

  Gio was right: Nick hadn’t been ready to run the company. Yes, he’d graduated with a business degree from a good university, but he hadn’t spent enough time at Cogent to make informed decisions.

  Gio should have let Nick make mistakes—and learn from them.

  Nick should have worked with Gio instead of turning the situation into a rivalry. Nick could be successful at whatever he chose to do, but maybe he’d have to come out from Gio’s shadow to do it. Just as Luke and Max had.

  The problem with Gio and Nick was they were more alike than either would acknowledge.

  Both too proud.

  Too angry.

  Too unable to see past the faults in each other.

  “I have very good instincts when it comes to people. That’s why I know you didn’t mean what you said about taking Cogent.”

  “You think I couldn’t do it?”

  “No, I know you’d never intentionally hurt your brother. Just like I know you’d never hurt me.”

  The expression on Nick’s face softened. He raised a hand and tucked a lock of hair gently behind Rena’s ear. “Take off your rose-colored glasses, Rena. You think everyone has some good in them, but we don’t. Not Gio. Not me.”

  “That’s not true, Nick. You came here today because you care about your mother. That’s admirable . . .” Even if misguided.

  “Stay out of this, Rena. There is no Hallmark card for a family as fucked up as mine is.”

  Classic Nick. Hurt and lashing out. That got others to back off, but Rena knew him too well. “You can’t leave things the way you did. Go back in there and—”

  “No. We were both clear enough.”

  Rena pulled Nick closer, holding both of his arms as she tried to reach past his anger. “No, you weren’t. You didn’t tell him you love him. You didn’t give him time to explain his side of the story. If you did—”

  Nick pulled back from Rena abruptly, his eyes burning with anger Rena couldn’t understand. “Stay away from me.”

  There has to be something I can say that will make him see this isn’t irreparable. “Luke said he’d come by later today.”

  “You called him?”

  Rena nodded.

  “Of course you did. You talk to him more than I do. I’m surprised you’ve never dated.”

  “Me and Luke? No. I don’t think of him that way.”

  “Are you sure? The two of you seem to find reasons to slip away to be alone whenever we’re all together.”

  “He’s funny. And we’re usually talking about—” She stopped before she finished the sentence. She’d almost said, “You.” But Nick would take that the wrong way.

  She took Nick’s hand again and said, “I know you don’t like to discuss your family with anyone, but maybe this time you should. I could help you—if you let me.”

  Nick shook his head. “No.”

  Rena held on tight, advanced and persisted. “Why not?”

  “Because I . . .” He pulled her into his arms and ravaged her mouth with his. It wasn’t how she’d imagined he’d kiss. It was bold and hungry. It may have been meant as a warning or as punishment, but it was too full of passion to be either. He held her face between his hands and plundered. At first she was too surprised to kiss him back, but his touch sparked a heat that rose within her.

  This was the kiss she’d always imagined they could share. It had a sizzle, a wildness that swept through both of them, making time and location irrelevant. All that mattered was his mouth, his touch, this fire.

  His hands moved down over her, molding her to him with a roughness that only heightened the heat between them. She arched herself against him and felt his erection pulsing against her stomach. His lips left hers and claimed her neck, one hot kiss after another, until all Rena could hear was her own heavy breathing.

  And she panicked.

  She shoved him back from her and said, “What the hell are you doing, Nick?”

  His expression was dark and angry even though his eyes raged with need. He glanced over her shoulder and Rena’s confusion grew. She demanded, “Is he there? Don’t use me to get back at Gio. I deserve better than that.”

  He frowned at her accusation but didn’t deny it. Without saying a word, he turned and walked away.

  One of the secretaries from marketing paused when she saw Rena standing in the hallway and asked, “Rena? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “What?”

  “You look like you’re waiting for someone.”

  “No,” Rena said with a shake of her head. “Just thinking.”

  Holy shit, what was that?

  End of Excerpt from Home To Me, Book 2 of the Andrades

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  Excerpt from Maid for the Billionaire

  Book 1 of the Legacy Collection

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  Dominic Corisi knew instantly that Abigail Dartley was just the distraction he was looking for, especially since having her took a bit more persuading than he was used to. So when business forces him to fly to China, he decides to take her with him, but on his terms. No promises. No complications. Just sex.

  Abby has always been the responsible one. She doesn’t believe in taking risks; especially when it comes to men – until she meets Dominic. He’s both infuriating and intoxicating, a heady combination. Their trip to China revives a long forgotten side of Abby, but also reveals a threat to bring down Dominic’s company.

  With no time to explain her actions, Abby must either influence the outcome of his latest venture and save his company or accept her role as his mistress and leave his fate to chance. Does she love him enough to risk losing him for good?

  Chapter One

  By dying now, his father had won again. That old bastard.

  Dominic Corisi slammed the door of his black Bugatti Veyron and stepped onto the sun baked Boston sidewalk without giving the million-dollar vehicle a backward glance. The joy of owning it was dead along with his desire to answer the incessant ring of the cell phone he’d ignored since yesterday. Rather than turning it off, he’d muffled the noise by burying the device deep within a coat pocket, maintaining the connection to his life like a distant beacon.

  Despite the oppressive heat, he paused at the bottom stair of his old brownsto
ne. There was nothing spectacular about it, outside of its location near the upbeat Newbury Street. If he remembered correctly, its rooms were small and the main staircase had a creak that he never did get around to fixing. It was nothing like the sprawling mansions he now owned in various countries around the world.

  But it was the closest thing he had to a home.

  His phone rang with a tone he couldn’t ignore. Jake. His second in command would simply call again, killing whatever chance Dominic had of finding a moment of peace inside those brick walls. “Corisi,” he barked into the phone.

  “Dominic, glad I caught you,” Jake Walton said smoothly, as if he hadn’t unsuccessfully rung twenty times in the last two days. That was Jake, calm and professional, even in the storm of hostile takeovers. Nothing fazed the man.

  Normally, Dominic appreciated his even temper, but today it grated on him. Maybe the forty or so hours without sleep were beginning to catch up with him. He fought an impulse to toss his phone over the metal railing. The world wasn’t the orderly, rational place Jake liked to organize it into. It was messy. It was ugly. And, most recently, it lacked justice.

  “How is Boston?”

  The inane question almost sent Dominic over the edge. “How do you think?”

  It was probably too much to hope that Jake’s uncharacteristic silence signaled an end to a conversation Dominic wished he had avoided.

  “We need to discuss the China contract. The Minister of Commerce is expecting to meet with you tomorrow to cement the details. This is your dream, Dominic. By next week, Corisi Enterprises will be a major global player. What do you want me to tell the minister?”

  “I don’t know,” Dominic said wearily.

  Jake made a sound somewhere between a choke and a cough, then was speechless—a revealing response for a man who handled irate international diplomats without missing a step. He was the fixer and navigated the unexpected with ease. Until now.

  Poor Jake. Nothing in their shared history had prepared either of them for Dominic’s sudden desire to withdraw from the world. The creators of financial empires didn’t take sudden vacations and they most certainly didn’t hide, especially not after having laid the groundwork for the single greatest business venture of the century. Bill Gates himself had called last week to discuss the ramifications of the negotiations.