Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

This changes nothing, just don’t come between her and me.”
“What the hell is he talking about?” she asked her mom,
concern hardening her voice. And then she turned to me,
“Damon?”
I broke eye contact with Christiane—done with fucking
parents—and locked eyes with Rika. “I told you you’d never
escape me,” I reminded her. “I always felt it.”
She glanced at her mother, worry written all over her face.
“Mom? Please? What is it? What’s going on?”
I started to back away, toward my car, but still looking at
Rika. “We’re going to rule the world, Rika.” I held out my
hands, grinning. “You, Banks, and me.”
I spun around and headed for my car, hearing Rika beg her
mother to snap out of it.
But to no avail.
I drove off, Christiane Fane still standing in the doorway
watching me.
That was all she ever did.
And hopefully she knew better than to try for more. She
wasn’t welcome now that my father was dead and out of her
way.
I didn’t respond well to bad parents. She’d do well to
remember that.