Vendetta. Susan Napier

To being obeyed. No polite deference or preening arrogance here. Just utter authority.

      Vivian clenched her hands behind her back as the unpalatable truth burst upon her.

      She would have far preferred to deal with the civilised Suit! A Suit might be persuaded to sacrifice a small victory for an immediate, larger gain.

      This man looked too unconventional, too raw-edged, too primitive ever to have heard of the words ‘negotiated surrender’. He looked like a man who enjoyed a fight—and had had plenty of them.

      Looking defeat in the face, Vivian knew there was no going back. She had to try and beat him at his own game. But no one said she had to play it solely by his rules.