Page 129 of Bad Little Bride

She never will.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

Enzo

“Doesshe know he’s recording her?” Mino teases from where he’s lounging across the room, eyes boring into the side of my head as I stare at my bride through the screen on my phone.

“I told her I’m always watching. This would come as no shock to her.”

“So that’s a no, then?”

The humor in his tone has my eyes lifting, and I raise a brow. “Are you going to sit there and worry about me and my wife or are we going to go over the Brayshaw shit?”

“You mean, am I going to brief you for the hundredth time since they first came to town on everything I found before you even let them within twenty miles of our tiny dancer?”

My expression doesn’t change and Mino chuckles.

My second grins, sitting forward until he’s resting his elbows on his knees. “Small town in California, named after the family themselves. Maddoc, Captain, and Royce are brothers and took over when their dad went to prison. They just went through some kind of power struggle between them and anotherfounding family of their town and came out on top, but not before a whole bunch of shit went down. The girl, Raven, changed everything from what I can tell. They run sort of like the Greysons do, but their founding families aren’t as involved as the union is. We’re all connected, but the ties are loose. They’re there, but they’re loose.”

I frown, watching as my wife laughs with Katana, and something settles within me.

She’s a diamond. Hard cuts and sharp edges, but there’s this softness to her, a rare glimmer she doesn’t like to show but can’t hide, at least not from me.

I can’t believe you’re mine, Little Bride.

I look up, meeting Mino’s stare. “So you’re saying we can trust them?”

“I’m saying if we’re forced to, chances are they won’t try to kill us after.”

I scoff, shaking my head, because damn. “So basically, we treat this like any other issue, only bet on ourselves?”

“Pretty much, yeah, but since Bastian trusts them enough not to steal his sister back from that tattooed fucker, it might not hurt to play nicer than we normally would.”

“I’ll play nice when they give us some actual information.”

Mino nods. “Why do you think they aren’t telling us everything?”

“Because subtlety isn’t our specialty, and they know it. We find out the Mitchells are scheming against us, outside of what we already know, we feed him to the tiger. When we feed him to the tiger, he’ll try to run—he’ll fail, but they don’t know that.”

“And they can’t risk him slipping away.”

“Exactly.”

Mino narrows his eyes. “So, what’s with the frown?”

Propping my phone up on my computer, I dig into the drawer and pull out the file I have on the Mitchells, my eyes popping upat the screen as Geraldo, the guard I assigned to Boston for the day, climbs from the car, Francisco, Katana’s guard, right behind him. The girls file out next, and I settle some when I see they’re at one of her father’s restaurants—exactly where she said she’d be going—his men scattered all around outside and doubling at the sight of their princess, just as he assured me they would.

Their princess, my queen.

Picking up the phone, I tap on the mic button. “Her ring is on her finger, yes?” I speak into the com in his ear.

Geraldo lifts his hand straight into the view camera hidden in the button of his suit jacket, feigning looking at his watch—his sign foryes, sir.

“Good. Leave Francisco out front with the rest of the Revenaw guards. You go inside with the girls. She goes to the restroom, you go too. Not a split second out of sight, understood?”

He adjusts the strap on his watch for a secondyes, sir.

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