Page 97 of Sovereign Oaths

“How many did Dias lose?” Javi asked.

“Seven.”

“So he’s got to be under fifty now,” he said mostly to himself.

“Close,” the man on the phone confirmed.

“Thanks for the update.”

I went through the video feeds until I found Dias’s drug warehouse. The men were celebrating.

They knew.

This was a huge win for Dias, but was it enough?

Fifty men did not make an army. It was barely a small gang. He no longer had the numbers to run his business in Miami, let alone offshore.

Emilia had done it. She brought him down from the inside out.

I wished her role was complete. I hated that she was still involved, but the plan hinged on her.

I yawned and spun in my chair when the door opened. The angel herself stepped inside wearing one of Marco’s shirts. It hung to the middle of her thighs.

“Hey.” I held out my arms for her, and she sat in my lap.

Javi smiled at her. “You okay?”

It was only four in the morning, way too early for her to be up.

“I got up to get water and checked my phone.” She held up her screen to show us the texts from Dias. He messaged her two or three times a day without her responding, but the most recent one was from only a few minutes ago.

Alessio: It’s safe now. You can come home

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“Brazzi is dead. So is Michael,” Javi explained.

Her brows rose. “When?”

I rubbed my hand over her back. “Tonight. He took out Brazzi and most of his men. Then Michael sent men to Dias’s warehouse and killed them all. Dias found out and went after Michael and nearly wiped out the entire gang.”

She leaned into me. “So many people.”

“He’s on a war path. He’s lost everything he cares about.”

“But he’s holding out hope Millie will come back,” Javi pointed out.

“I wonder if he truly believes I’d go back to him. Like killing all his enemies would make me forgive and forget everything else,” she mused.

“I don’t want to even begin to try to understand how that man’s mind works.” I cringed, and she laughed.

“What would you do? If you were the boss?”

Her question caught me off guard. “Boss of a crime family?”

She shrugged. “Of whatever you want.”

I leaned my head back against the chair. “I wouldn’t want to be a mob boss. If I could do anything where I got to be in control, I’d do something much more low-key.”

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