Page 125 of Devil's Bride

He shrugged.

“Tell me!”

Marco was noticeably startled. “Yeah. So what?”

“And about the wedding and my honeymoon. Did you tell him about the locations?”

Now he acted sheepish, taking a step away from me.

Without so much as giving it a second thought, I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him violently. “Do you know what you’ve done? Do you have any idea?”

“What are you talking about? Let go of me.” He tried to jerk free, but my fingers refused, digging into his shirt.

Jago took a few strides closer but stopped before I was forced to tell him to do so. This was my fight.

For now.

“Your friend betrayed us. Our family. Jago’s family. And you!”

The news stunned Marco. He opened his eyes wide, his expression panic stricken. “No. That’s not possible. You’re lying to me.” He managed to yank himself free and fisted his hand as if he was going to punch me.

That’s when Jago intervened, stepping in front of us. I could tell by the man’s labored breathing he was close to the edge of losing control.

“What else did you tell him?” Jago asked.

I was shocked he was able to wrangle in his rage.

“Nothing. What the fuck is going on?” Marco was close to whining.

Disgusted, I turned away, taking gulping breaths. “He sold the information to the Turks. That’s why Papa was killed and why I was attacked, not once, but twice.” I fell short of accusing him, but I sensed my brother knew what I was thinking.

“I didn’t know. I swear to God. Genie. I had no idea.”

I took several controlled breaths before turning to face him again. “You’re going to set up a meeting with Adan. Now.”

The expression on Marco’s face shifted into various emotions, but he took another step away. “I can’t do that. He’s my friend.”

“He’s not your friend,” I threw at him. “If he was, your father would still be alive. Do you not understand?”

“Listen to your sister, Marco. They will plan another attack and another if necessary until they get what they want. Genevieve. I will not allow that to happen. With or without your help, I will find Adan and when I do, he’ll wish he never crossed me or my family.”

Jago’s voice and words rang in my ears. Images of my father’s body came rushing into my mind once again. I took gasping breaths, doing what I could to keep from panicking. To keep from hating my brother.

He didn’t do this.

He couldn’t have.

Marco suddenly stood even taller. “No. I won’t let him hurt Genie. I’ll set up the meeting.”

Jago turned and looked at me, blinking only once. There was the same emotion in his eyes as my brother’s and I could tell exactly how he felt about me.

And it nearly crushed me from the weight.

Jago

The kid had been easy to find.

I’d learned as much as Marco knew about him in the drive to the gaming facility. Adan was nineteen and had been Marco’s friend for less than a year. They’d met at the very location where we were headed, the gaming facility one of the few locations Julio Morales had allowed his son to enjoy.

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