Cain's POV 

  “I don't give a damn if you're buying into what we just said or not.” I thundered, and she mildly cowered.

  Tossing the file aside, I continued.

  “But what I'm sure about is you wetting your pants when we decide to drag you to court, little girl.” I threatened.

  Goddamnit! I hated losing control of my emotions like this, but was I supposed to stay put when my bulge was threatening to poke out?

  Turning away before either of them noticed, I planted my hands at the edge of the desk, slightly hunching my back.

  “Come on now. I think you've overstayed your welcome.” Marvin gestured towards the...