Page 84 of The Devil's Hunt

“What Kai is trying to say is that we are proud of Mila for standing up to that piece of shit father of hers,” Theo stated, more serious than Kai in that moment.

“Who would be headless if you two hadn’t intervened,” I mumbled.

“You can’t protect her if you’re in prison,” Theo stated.

“Yeah, I am not babysitting while your pretty ass gets fucked by your celly,” Kai chuckled darkly. “Just saying.”

“That’s not going to happen because we will be smart. Alexander told Mila that they owned her father, and her father agreed that Mila was his. By the reaction her father had when our engagement was announced, this puts him in a shitty position.”

“Or it just moves his timelines up.” Theo fixed his gaze on me, and the weight of Alexander’s promise settled heavily on my shoulders.

“We are going to cripple Alexander’s empire before that happens,” I began, my voice low and dangerous. “We need to send a message,” I continued, pacing back and forth in front of them. “But it needs to be calculated, precise. We can’t afford any missteps.”

My mind raced with possibilities, each darker and more ruthless than the last. But this was the world we lived in, a world where weakness was exploited, and strength was revered.

Damion stepped forward, his voice gruff but unwavering. “I have a few ideas,” he said, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

“Let’s hear them,” I replied, my gaze locking with Damion’s. He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. I trusted him with my life, and that was no small thing in this world.

Damion outlined a plan that was as brutal as it was effective. It involved hitting Alexander Benson where it hurt the most—his wealth. The Brotherhood had gathered intel on his financial operations for months, and now it was time to strike. We would hit multiple locations simultaneously, seizing assets, freezing accounts, and sending a clear message that no one was untouchable.

Kai’s eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of the operation. He had a penchant for chaos and destruction that bordered on madness, but in this line of work, it was an asset rather than a liability.

Theo nodded thoughtfully, his analytical mind already working out the finer details of the plan. He was the strategist of our group, always thinking several steps ahead of everyone else.

As the meeting progressed, we worked through the details of the plan, discussing tactics, contingencies, and potential counter-moves by Alexander. It was an intricate and dangerous game, and one wrong move could cost us everything.

But we were prepared.

We had the resources, the manpower, and the brutality necessary to see this through. And we had each other's backs. In this world, that was all that mattered.

At the end of the meeting, Damion looked at me and said, "We'reready. The Brotherhood is coming. And there's nothing he can do to stop us."

I smiled a twisted expression that betrayed my dark intentions. "Let the games begin."

33

THIRTY-THREE

ARCHER

“The ceremony is tomorrow night. Have you talked to Mila about it?”

Kai followed me as I walked back toward my room, his footsteps echoing like a death sentence.

“I’m not sharing her,” I scoffed.

“You never had a problem with it before.” His words dripped with disdain, and I could feel his judgment burning into me.

“That was before Mila,” I snapped. His callousness only fueled my growing anger.

“You still have to be honest with her. She deserves that,” his tone condescending.

“Don’t fucking tell me what she deserves. You don’t know the first thing about her.” My fists clenched at my sides, itching for a fight.

"Calm down. I'm just trying to uphold the legacy of our ceremony. The Brotherhood comes first, you know that. If our fathers caught wind that you were showing favoritism toward her, do you know what would happen?"

"I know," I seethed.

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