Page 7 of Her Wolf

Neo rose to his feet in a rush. “I’ll always be grateful to you for killing him,” he said, his fingertips on the table again. “But you could go on your knees and suck my dick every day for the next ten years and you’ll never make up for what happened to my mother.”

Milo surged forward, but Cora lifted a hand almost absently. The beast of a man froze, but the intensity in his eyes only sharpened.

“I won’t even try,” Cora said. She pointed at the chair, for all the world like he was a fucking dog and expected him to sit. “Now, let’s discuss—”

“Fuck you!” Neo spun around, throwing the chair out of his way when his leg caught against its edge.

“Neo!” Cora yelled after him, but he didn’t stop.

As he walked past Lars, the man gave him a lecherous grin. “You can suck my dick, if you want,” Lars said. “Maybe I’ll put in a good word for you with La Sombra.”

Neo slammed open the door, giving his head a hard shake as he stepped out into the villa’s corridor. The door closed quietly behind him, but he was already halfway down the hallway.

If a man who’d been spying for both Javier and his mother had turned to Cora’s side, what chance did he have of retaining anyone’s loyalty?

He flicked his hand, and Santino hurried to catch him up. “You have Javier’s contacts, right?”

“Yes,” Santino said warily.

“Bring them to me.” Neo narrowed his eyes and rubbed his palm against his chest. His lungs burned like the furious blaze at the end of a match. “I want to know who’s still loyal to the Martin name.”

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