Page 138 of Primal God

“Because I think it’s only fair that we have another boy, so Diego has someone to play with, and João is too old.”

I smile. “Well, we’ll just have to see what we can do about that.”

Hours later, I’m at the mansion owned by the Brotherhood. I’ve just announced my marriage to the other Elite Members and voiced my thoughts about removing Alastor Wolfe as a member. We’ll have to wait for Blanc to return from a trip and then it will have to go to a vote, but I think I’ve provided substantial evidence for my case. Mainly, that hewasplanning on taking out João in Brazil.

The only question is why.

Why did he want my son dead? What did he think he would gain?

Members are arriving for the meeting, and I hope that even though Blanc isn’t here that he’ll call in so I can petition to remove Wolfe.

Alessandro slaps me on the back. “Can’t believe you did it.”

“And why is that?”

“I know how hard you’ve worked to be civilized,” he says with a snort.

“Fuck being civilized.”

The doors open, banging against the wall, and Wolfe stalks toward me, anger brewing in his eyes.

“Wolfe,” I greet. “Or should I call you Uncle?”

“You son of a?—”

“Careful,” Alessandro warns. “You’re speaking to an Elite Member, Wolfe.”

“I know who I’m speaking to. I demand to speak to Blanc.”

“Then I’m sorry to inform you that Blanc is out of town,” Irons says as he joins us. He turns to Alessandro. “He said to check your email.”

Like magic, both Alessandro’s and my phone ding. Pulling out my phone, I see an email from Blanc, saying he wants the Elite Members to gather immediately before the main Brotherhood meeting starts so he can speak to us.

Alessandro meets my gaze and says, “We should go.”

“Agreed.”

Wolfe grabs onto my arm, stopping me.

“We’re not fucking finished.”

I shove his hand from my arm. “We are. I married her, Wolfe. Not only that, but we’ve consummated the marriage multiple times. Lilith is mine. Now, fuck off.”

Irons steps between us and says to Wolfe, “You heard the man.”

Wolfe storms away, muttering that this isn’t the last of this. He’s wrong. This is the end. He just doesn’t know it yet.

When he’s gone, Irons says, “Congratulations on the marriage, Santos.”

“Thank you.”

Irons glances around and says to Alessandro and me, “Blanc is in danger. He received a letter from the killer.”

“How do you know about that?” Alessandro asks, reaching for the pistol tucked beneath his suit jacket.

Irons holds up both hands. “I’ve been helping Blanc. He’s worried about his family.”

Alessandro says, “He shouldn’t have said anything.”

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