Marrying the Enemy

And with Denver incarcerated, she’d simply waltzed out of Jax’s life without a backward glance.

The mother he’d trusted, the mother he’d loved, gone, just like that.

Now, ten years later, Denver had drummed up another appeal and he wouldn’t be surprised if Jackie came back.

Not only had Jax’s love for his mother taken a serious hit, but he’d lost respect for her too. How could he not, when she buzzed around his charismatic father no matter what he did, yet didn’t give a stuff about her only child and had severed contact with him for a decade?

He’d dealt with her treachery years ago and had finally moved on, but it galled him that Denver had once again raised his ugly head at a time when Jax was finally on top.

Maroney Mine had flourished and he thanked a nebulous god every day his maternal grandmother had put the mine in his name the moment he hit twenty-five.

Wily Gran had hated her daughter’s penchant for ‘scrubbed-up bad boys’ and rather than leave Jackie everything in her will she’d distributed her assets.

He’d been striving to make a success of the mine ever since, no thanks to the adverse publicity from Denver’s trial and criminal ties, and his father’s constant quest to make headlines. Regular magazine interviews, rumours of ring-leading gambling syndicates within jail and a tell-all biography had ensured the Maroney name remained front and centre in the media—for all the wrong reasons.

Little wonder the journos were hounding him for a different angle on the sordid tale.

As he’d told them repeatedly, he had nothing to say on the subject of his father. Not one single word.

Jax’s hands clenched at the last memory he had of his dad before he’d been arrested. Denver had shouted him lunch at the swankiest hotel in Melbourne. They’d lingered over Tasmanian oysters and King Island filet mignon with the most expensive Cab Sav in the house accentuating the meal perfectly.

No one could tell a story like his dad and he’d laughed long and hard over Denver’s exaggerated tales, their closeness something he valued the older he got.

Not many guys he knew in their mid-twenties were still happy to hang out with their dads but Denver had always included him in everything.

Not quite.

Denver had been arrested the next day in a Victorian Police Force special operation targeting corporate crime.

And Jax had been shattered.

The father he’d idolised, the father he’d looked up to, the father he’d admired for working his way up from his blue collar roots—and his own deadbeat dad—to become a business dynamo, was a liar and a thief and not the man Jax thought he was.

He’d stood by Denver: through the trial, the adverse publicity, the sentencing.

Initially he’d done it out of loyalty but as the trial progressed and the extent of Denver’s treachery became apparent, he did it so he could imprint every last detail into his memory as a reminder to never be duped again.

By anyone.

Denver’s non-contact after his incarceration had been a bonus. He wouldn’t have responded if the old man had tried to contact him anyway.

The moment the door had slammed on Denver’s jail cell was the moment he’d slammed the door on his relationship with his father.

Every deceptive minute of it.

The music faded and he sank into the couch, a prickle of unease creeping across the back of his neck.

He might not care about the past any longer but he hated the insidious, floundering feeling that swamped him when he remembered how many lives his father’s lies and cunning and deceit had affected, how many families he’d ruined by wiping away their fortunes.

By the crowd’s response tonight, they wouldn’t let Jax forget his connection to a man who’d ripped off millions.

Screw them.

He had a job to do.

A corporation to take to the top.

Tonight had been the first step towards making that happen. Business as usual.

Now who was lying? He might have finagled an invitation to the Seaborn’s event tonight but once he’d arrived and locked wits with Ruby, business had been replaced by the prospect of pleasure.

Wicked, decadent, all-night-long pleasure.

He wanted her.

He pulsed with it.

And what Jax Maroney wanted he usually got.

Another thing he could thank dear old dad for. He’d learned from a young age that if he demanded, he’d receive. Denver had been a soft touch.

A dad to pick him up from school and take him to the footy and play cricket in the park. A dad to coach him from the sidelines and help with science projects and fix his bike. A dad to beat at wrestling and build a tree house and go camping with.

Denver had done it all, always making time for him. Not that he’d been totally spoiled, but both his parents had fondly indulged their only child.

Which made their emotional defection the harder to comprehend.

Denver had been an amazing dad. Kids had been jealous, and Jax had been proud. People flocked to Denver Maroney and he milked his popularity.

Before proceeding to milk people’s hard-earned money, thanks to Jackie’s contacts, culminating in his embezzling millions that landed him in jail.

Jax’s fingers curled into tight fists and he thumped the couch’s armrest.

Damn Denver. Damn him to hell.

With a stack of paperwork waiting and employee performance evaluations to do, the last thing he felt like doing was ruminating on the evening and how thanks to his father’s reputation he’d failed to make inroads in his takeover bid, but the woman at the centre of his plans had succeeded in piquing his interest.

He’d heard of Sapphire Seaborn by reputation, had expected to lock wills with a take-no-prisoners businesswoman.

What he hadn’t expected was to be enthralled and challenged by a smart-mouthed blonde with more bravado than he’d credited her with.

When she’d discovered his identity, and later heard his offer...man, she’d been magnificent, all riled and defiant.

He got hard just thinking about it.

Sadly, he wasn’t at liberty to follow the demands of his libido, not when Ruby Seaborn had what he desperately wanted.

These days, when he wanted something, he went out there and took care of it himself.