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Also yes.

“I think it might be time for a healthy dose of communication before we all kill each other. Besides, isn’t that what is needed as the foundation of a healthy relationship?” I laughed the words out nervously.

“You’re right, Isa. After all, Oliver and I have quite a bit to catch up on,” Emilio responded before turning his attention to Oliver. “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me, though I guess I was a lot smaller when we strung your dad up in this church.”

What does that even mean?

My head jerked from Maddox, finding Emilio.

The latter was staring up above at the rafters.

“Emilio?” In all my years alongside Oliver I had never heard the absolute terror that saturated his voice before. “You’re Emilio?”

Emilio didn’t answer for a few minutes, his eyes focused above.

I tried to find what he was looking at, but there wasn’t anything there.

Finally, he lowered his attention back into the here and now. “Oh, thought I saw a ghost,” he said. “Isa, guide us little girl. Take us where you want before I slice Maddox’s hands off for daring to touch what’s mine.”

Fuck.

What have I gotten myself into?

Chapter 7

Emilio

His Isa

Emilio thrummed his fingers against his pants in agitation. Seated back in his SUV, he wanted nothing more than to riphisIsa fromMaddox’sgrip.

But he couldn’t. He promised her that she was free to have these men in her life.

“Where are we going?” Oliver asked from beside him.

No, Emilio didn’t get to hold his Isa. Instead he was leg to leg with the bane of his existence.

One of his first and most trusted allies.

The man that helped him to exact his revenge.

“To Emilio’s house,” Isa murmured out as she melted further into Maddox’s arms. Emilio watched her in a haze.

It didn’t look particularly comfortable to Emilio, but contrary to his thoughts, it was only a few minutes of uncomfortable silence later that Isa was fast asleep.

He didn’t blame her, once the adrenaline wears off, all that settles in its dust is a bone deep exhaustion.

Isa let out a mewling snore.

Emilio bent forward to stroke her face, ignoring Maddox entirely.

“Why are you wearing wedding bands?” Maddox grumbled softly; reaching up to brush Emilio’s hand away but Emilio was already settling back in his seat.

Emilio’s dick was hardened uncomfortably in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to wake her up on his fingers again, but first, he needed to set ground rules. Establish his newfound unwanted acquaintance with the other men in this car.

“Look.” He rubbed his temple and angled as far away from Oliver as he could, surveying both the men.

He was used to being the youngest, of others looking down on him for it, but that wasn’t going to happen here. If either of these men fucked up, or hurt his Isa? He would kill them with his own bare hands.

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