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“You’ll see her when I see my sister.”

“Stupid bastard.” He pulled out a gun, making me arch a brow.

“I should remind you that Finn wasn’t the only member of my staff who would like nothing more than to bury you in a shallow grave. Don’t think that will end if you shoot me.”

“You’ll still be dead.”

“And you’ll still be charged with murder. You were stupid enough to pick my own house to make the exchange, and there are cameras everywhere. Aside from that, once I… convinced Natasha to behave, she gave me all the evidence I need to put you away for a very long time.”

I took a few steps toward him, but stopped when I smelled body odor mixed with the sour reek of cheap bourbon. “Once you give me my sister, you can take Natasha off my hands, and I destroy all that evidence. Do we have an agreement?”

“Fine, asshole.” He glowered at me, then turned toward the SUV and shouted, “Bring the girl here.”

Matt and Enrique dragged Saoirse from the vehicle, and, holding her upright between them, brought her to George.

Fuck. She looked barely conscious, and I had to force myself to remain still when I spotted the bruises on her arms and legs. I recognized the floral print sundress as one of her favorites, but it was torn and spotted with blood.

“Gentlemen, I understand that a woman occasionally needs chastisement, but if you touched her inappropriately, the deal is off.” I cocked my head at Enrique, then smiled. “Of course, Enrique there is young enough. Guess I could marry her off.”

“No.” George sneered at me. “Your bitch of a sister is fine. We’re saving ourselves for your wife.”

“She won’t be my wife for much longer. I got what I wanted, so I don’t give a shit what happens to her.” I shrugged and pretended I believed my own words when every atom of my body screamed in denial. “I already have signed divorce papers. There might be a few spots of her blood on them, but my lawyer won’t care.”

“Where’s Tasha?” George pushed past me, then spun and pointed his gun at me. “If you’re trying to double-cross us?—”

“Please.” I led them into the living room and poured myself a glass of scotch. “You’re doing me a favor. My sister got taught some manners, and I’ll be rid of my unwanted wife. Drop Saoirse in a corner somewhere.”

When Matt and Enrique let her fall to the floor, I crouched next to her and carefully touched her cheek to make her look at me. She opened her swollen eyes and blinked. Careful of my movements, I shook my head almost imperceptibly and whispered, “Shh.”

“And? Where is she?” Enrique asked, his brown eyes glittering with avarice.

“Up the stairs, turn right. Last door at the end of the hall.” I tossed him a key ring. “She’s in a cage under the bed.”

As Enrique trotted up the stairs, George laughed and slapped me on the back, forcing me to unclench my hands before I ripped his throat out. “Perfect place for that little cunt.”

“I thought so.”

I offered George a drink, which he, of course, accepted. Five minutes became ten, then fifteen as I kept up my end of the conversation and tried not to imagine what Enrique would do to my beautiful Natasha if her plan didn’t work.

Then again, if it hadn’t worked, Enrique would have brought her downstairs already.

Frowning, George glanced at the clock over the mantle. “What’s taking him so long?”

After taking a sip of my drink, I shrugged. “Well, she was naked. Guess he’s getting the party started, but I’d prefer he not fuck her in my bed. Get her out of my house before you have fun with her.”

“Damn him. I told him to wait.” Glaring at Matt, George added, “Go upstairs and tell Enrique to put his dick away. It’s time to go.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Natasha

“Poor Enrique,” I murmured as blood spilled from the deep slice across his neck. He blinked once as I let him slide to the sheet of plastic under our feet. “You have only yourself to blame.”

I’d honestly thought Enrique would give me the most trouble, but he hadn’t even checked the room before walking into my knife.

Dumbass.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, then his eyes closed forever.

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