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"It's never going to be a perfect wedding; not under these circumstances, brother," Vito says, as if he's in my head.

I sigh and rub my jaw. "I know."

Vito's smirk is back. "So if I don't get to marry you and Nova today…"

I'm certain my brother is pouting.

"Then at least tell me I get to kill someone."

Chapter 46

Massimo

It'searlyinthemorning, and I'm at the Tower with the rest of the Chamber leaders. Although, dragging myself out of bed, away from my little princess and her tight pussy, is the absolute last thing on my wish list. However, I was required to attend this meeting in person.

But I'm a strategic man who'sverycommitted to implementing his plan, so I had woken Nova up to fill her sweet cunt with my cum. Afterward, I had her warm my cock while I fed her breakfast, and then filled her with round two of my cum. She was limp and already drifting off to sleep when I tucked her back into bed and kissed her softly, promising I'd be back as soon as I could.

The conference room door bangs open, pulling me from my thoughts. Ash fills the doorway with a scowl before he slams it shut.

Sile sips his coffee, looking at him with a small smile. "Too early, friend?"

Ash stalks into the room, then sits in the chair, looking like he's about to murder someone. "Can we get this fucking dog and pony show on the road? I have shit to do."

We're here today because we have reached the decision to add two seats, and our new co-leaders will be joining us.

I voted yes, not because I'm yielding to Ivan's threat, but to avoid unrest among some of the criminal factions after he planted the idea that we were abusing our power and unwilling to share. Optics and playing the politics game have become a necessary evil. Unless the Chamberwants battle and war within our city—something the Chamber was specifically formulated to prevent—then we must adapt to the current context.

Dom kicks his feet up on the table. "We all have better shit to do, Ash. And for the record, I'm fucking against this."

"I know, Dom." I rub my forehead. "As you vehemently have stated. Several times."

He scowls at the door. "Well, where the fuck are they, then?"

As if on cue, Molly, the assistant for these meetings, opens the conference door to let Ivan and Zara in, followed by Bill.

Ivan struts around the room and scans every corner. He's never been to the Tower before, let alone to the room where our most important deliberations and decisions take place.

"Thank you, Molly." Zara, leader of the Sirens, says as she walks in with a slow, model-like walk.

Zara is stunning, with ebony skin and a tall, lithe body. With her dark, dangerous energy, she's a perfect blend of a supermodel and a femme fatale. She leads the Sirens, a group of women who hunt those who hurt children and women. Their punishments fit the crime—broken bones the first time someone is punished for physical abusers, and death if they offend again, along with brutal consequences for sexual abusers.

Ivan drags his nails along the wall as he continues to walk around the room.

"Do you need anything else?" Molly asks us, hiding her distaste for Ivan behind a practiced smile.

Bill shakes his head. "Thank you, Molly."

She slips out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"Please have a seat, Zara and Ivan." I indicate the open ones across the table.

Bill is about to pull out his chair to sit, and Ivan grabs the back of it.

"Thanks for pulling my chair out for me; I never knew you were such a gentleman, Billy."

Bill's light brown face flushes with anger, and he jerks the chair from Ivan's grip, then sits roughly. "Fuck you, scum."

"Fucking cunt," Dom growls and lowers his feet from the table.

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