Page 106 of Sweet Dominion

Chen stayed on my left.

I knew that both my cousins planned to block me from going after him and anyone else. I just hoped they were fast enough to stop me.

With Moni several feet away, Banks returned my glare. “I brought Dima because you’ve got some shit to answer for.”

“That depends on whose asking the questions. If it is you, I’m not going to respond. Instead, I’m simply going to rearrange your fucking jaw—”

“Aww yeah. Talk that big shit while my cousin is gone. Bet you wouldn’t say that shit while Moni was here—”

“You’re correct.” I leaned my head to the side. “Do you like using your cousin as your shield from my ass whippings?”

“Who’s ass do you think you could whip?”

Chen cleared his throat. “Banks, perhaps you can direct your assistants to the grill in the back and then return.”

Ignoring Chen’s suggestion, Banks inched closer and locked his gaze with mine. “Bitch.”

Fast, the point of Duck’s sword was suddenly pressed against Banks’s throat.

The three women backed away.

Duck hissed. “What was that? I didn’t hear you. Say it again for me.”

Banks didn’t flinch, but that smile disappeared.

“I believe he said that he was happy to be in the East.” I winked at Banks. “Am I correct?”

Banks pursed his lips.

I curved my mouth into a big smile. “Put the blade down, Duck. I think he understands now.”

Duck whipped the blade away, the tip cutting a tiny, thin line near Banks’ throat before he sheathed it back. Banks didn’t wince as a small beat of blood welled from the nick.

He simply resumed his glare.

“Let’s be clear.” I sneered. “Moni being here, is aslightdisadvantage from my being the monster that you damn well know I can be, but let’s not think that I havenooptions.”

“You’re going to learn.” Banks studied me for a moment longer, then gave a curt nod. Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode towards the grill.

His women nervously trailed behind him.

Then, I saw the others several feet away—Marcelo, Gunner, and Einstein, accompanied by ten others, all wearing shades of green.

The shortest cookout that ever existed.

I checked my watch.

Maybe, I can kick them out now.

Moni was barely four feet away from them.

While Duck, Chen, and I were a good fifteen feet away.

Marcelo walked in the center, towering over the others with his imposing frame. His green eyes glinted with something dark, matching the green outfit he wore. Long black curls fell over his forehead. The only jewelry on him was a Rolex wrapped around his wrist, all diamonds and white gold.

Then, I checked his left.

Gunner, with his bulging muscles and gun tattoo on his hand, was impossible to miss. Although heading Moni’s way, he watched me closely, his gaze was cold and calculating.

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