Page 30 of The Greek's Retribution

Sebastian studies Manuel before turning to Ivan, then saying, “It seems our meeting here is over. I will not be turning the girl over.”

“You do know what this may cause,” Ivan questions, raising his eyebrow.

Sebastian slowly moves his eyes back to Manuel. “If you try to come for her, your people will die.”

“And if you don’t give her to me, so will yours,” Manuel promises.

“Gentlemen,” Ivan intervenes. “Surely there can be another resolution to this. Sebastian, what if you and your people bring the girl to meet with Manuel, then he can hear from her himself that she will remain silent.”

“Ivan, you know as well as I do they will try to take her out the moment they lay eyes on her. I am done with this conversation. Thank you for setting this up, but me and my family will be on our way,” Sebastian returns as he and the others stand.

“Fuck this,” Eduardo growls, jumping up from his chair, then going for something on the inside of his suit jacket.

Quick as lightning, Zar and Alistair push Yiannis and Sebastian out of the way as the rest of us pull the cuff links from our sleeves. I whip mine at Eduardo, hitting him in the neck. He gasps, covering the decoy tranquilizer, thanks to Mike. Manuel and his men are so shocked, they have no time to react when they are hit with the others.

“What the fuck,” Eduardo slurs as he falls back into his chair.

“What did you do to...,” Manuel hisses, pulling out the cuff link from his chest as Eduardo’s eyes become heavy.

Turning to Ivan, Yiannis says, “While we abided by the rules of no weapons on the grounds, there wasn’t one for knocking a motherfucker out. We will be taking our leave now. By the time they come to, we will be long gone.”

Hendrix, Frankie, and Basil make a barrier around Sebastian and Yiannis, leading them out of the room first. Zar and Yiorgos leave next followed by Alistair. Before I leave, I glance over at Greg. His hooded eyes widen when I run my thumb across my neck, letting him know he’s leaving out of this one way, death.

Chapter 10

Sabre

It’s been a day anda half since I last verbally talked with Xander. He texted me the morning after their meeting to let me know they were back in Chicago and once they finished business there, they would return to Dallas. I know if anything crazy went down someone would’ve contacted us, so I wasn’t taxed about it, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there was a small fraction of worry.

So, to keep my mind from falling into the abyss, I hung out with the girls. At first they were still standoffish about bringing up Nina’s pregnancy, but when I pulled up cute baby clothes and room décor on my phone, they relaxed. I explained to them that they can’t tiptoe around me. I’m not used to that, especially from them. Helping Nina and the girls with picking out things for the baby’s room was kind of therapeutic for me. It gave me hope that one day they will be doing the same for Xander and I.

Don’t get me wrong, the feeling of losing my child is still there but I have to stay positive and keep reminding myself to keep it in God’s hands. I know He will bless me and Xander with another beautiful and healthy baby in the future.

“Girl, what are you doing up so early,” Nina asks, coming into the kitchen where I had been the last two hours catching up on my emails.

Sitting my phone on the table, I smile up at her, then reply, “I’m used to being up at this hour. My body has its own alarm clock.”

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