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Her lips thinned and her chin tilted up, stubbornly as defiance shone in her eyes. She wouldn’t tell me. Not yet. But I’d hammer through those walls. Whether she liked it or not.
“You made a promise, and I intend for you to keep it,” I told her.
Before this was over, I’d be her fucking everything.
* * *
“We should move her,” Priest said tersely.
Dante, Priest, and I sat in Emory’s office. It was barely eight in the morning,
I sat on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table. The office had girly touches to it. Pictures and flashes of pink and blue here and there. Despite the fact that Emory rarely ever wore color.
I sat back and cracked my knuckles. Over and over again. The restlessness ghosted under my skin, demanding I go check on Wynter. I wanted her within my sight all the damn time. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
She still smelled of honey and ice, just the way I remembered. When she finally calmed down from her night terrors, I couldn’t tear my gaze from her. The way the moon glowed against her fair skin and made her curls glow.
The need to touch her seared through my veins but I refused to do it. Not without her permission. I couldn’t fucking handle it if she looked at me the way my mamma did when she walked away from me. Or the way Mamma looked at my father.
“Are you fucking listening or daydreaming, Basilio?” Priest snapped and Dante gave him a tight look.
“Basilio just needs to get laid,” Dante said, sitting opposite of me and smirking like a motherfucker. “Once he gets his ice princess to freeze his balls, he’ll be back to normal.”
“What the fuck is the matter with you?” Priest snapped, glaring at his older brother.
Priest definitely woke up with something up his butt, and I wasn’t in the mood for it. He should go and recite someone's last goddamn rites. That usually got him in a good mood.
“I’m ready to shoot both of you motherfuckers,” I growled, “-if you don’t tell me why in the fuck I should move her from here. Nobody knows about this place. Not even our own fathers.”
“Everybody's gonna know about this place soon,” Priest said. “You kidnapped a world-renowned Olympic skater.”
What the fuck was wrong with my cousin? “You didn’t complain when we came up with the plan?”
Dante must have sensed my bad mood because he chimed in, “Wynter had an interview scheduled for 7 A.M. They noticed her gone right away. Priest was able to hack into the hotel surveillance. Brennan lost his shit. The big Russian wasn’t far behind. The two got into it. Apparently, her bodyguard wanted to fly her out last night but Brennan refused.”
“Well, that must have been entertaining,” Emory butted in, strolling into the office like she was doing a fucking catwalk wearing combat boots and a holster. “Someonehadto have the princess.” She gave me a pointed look. “It will be so much fun when the Irish and Russians attack. It will be like a mafia world war. Maybe we can turn it into a bloody wedding reception.”
“Shut up,” I told all three of them. “Let me see the footage.”
Priest pulled up his phone and opened the surveillance from the hotel. Sure enough, Brennan and Sasha Nikolaev were at each other’s throats.
“They’re already hacking all the surveillance and checking all the flight logs,” Priest warned. “They’re using Nico Morrelli. He’s the best.”
“I thought you were the best,” I retorted dryly.
He flipped me the bird. “I am but Nico has a tech company that does only that for him. And with the Ashford brothers backing up Brennan, we’re at a disadvantage.”
“Excuses, fucking excuses,” I grumbled. “The Ashfords won’t back him up for long.”
“Basilio, it won’t take them long to find us,” Priest warned.
I got up, buttoned my jacket, and turned to leave.
“Let them,” I replied, before I left the three of them so I could go find Wynter.
“Get laid,” Dante shouted behind me. “We can’t stand much more of you like this.”
I flipped him the bird over my shoulder and continued my path to the guest room on the highest floor, the one without any options of escape, where we stashed Wynter. After all, I met her climbing down her uncle’s balcony, and I was certain it wasn’t her first time sneaking out.
