Page 120 of Ruthless Oath

“That’s all I think about. He won’t know how to handle her.” I looked up at the ceiling. “She was promised to Collins, and we both know why someone would accept that deal. Yeah, it is a lucrative deal, but Collins thinks she’s untouched.”

“Ah, that’s a problem.” Milo rested his chin between his thumb and fingers. “Was she a virgin before you kidnapped her?”

“She was.” I nodded.

“I see.”

“A man like Collins is territorial. If he finds out I tainted her, he’s going to make her pay.”

“How’s he going to find out unless he…” He shook his head. “If he’s so traditional, to the point he wants a virgin bride, he’s not going to pop her before the wedding night.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” I really needed that drink. “She will tell him she slept with me to throw it in his face. She can’t help herself. She’s going to push him over the edge.”

“You’re speculating, and that does us no good.”

“You’re right.” I had to hope she could hold it together long enough for me to get to her. I didn’t need her throwing some wicked tantrum and expecting Collins to show her the same patience I had. “We should devise a plan for the cartel meeting.”

“You were talking about having security in place.” He stretched out his legs. “We have to decide who goes where.”

“What are your thoughts?”

“We’ll set up two teams.” He took out his phone and started typing. “Let’s look at the strengths and weaknesses of each guard, then we’ll have a better idea of who goes with you and who comes with me.”

I smiled at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Now who sounds like Dad?”

“He left us in charge for a reason.” Milo scrolled on his phone. “We have an empire to protect.”

As Milo went over names and what each guard’s strengths were, my phone rang. I quickly picked it up from the desk and read the screen.

“Who is it?” Milo asked.

“Unknown number.”

“Take it,” he said.

“Hello,” I answered, putting the phone on speaker.

“Is this Marchello Accetti?” a man asked.

“Who am I speaking with?”

“We have a mutual friend,” he said.

“Who would that be?” I glanced at Milo.

“Lissia Gallanti,” he replied.

“What do you know about her?” Rage bubbled in my chest, but I had to keep it together if I wanted to figure out if this was a legitimate call.

“I can tell you where she is.”

“Why don’t you tell me who you are first?”

It could be a scam, Milo mouthed to me.

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