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“Then you got yourself a deal,” he answered, although reluctantly.
CHAPTER51
Basilio
The next morning, I ordered one of Emory’s guards to bring Wynter to the dining room. Dante, Emory, and Priest were already seated around the table, the tension in the air so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
A shared glance by Dante and Emory didn’t escape me. “What?” I barked.
Dante cocked his eyebrow unperturbed. “I didn’t say shit.”
“But you thought it,” Emory snickered.
“So did you,” Dante told her.
“Would you two stop bickering like babies?” I snapped. “And tell me what’s on your mind.”
Emory shrugged. “I got a heads up that Brennan is fifteen minutes away. He’s coming for her.”
“How did he find her so fast?” I knew it was only a matter of time, but I hoped it would take him longer.
“Nico Morrelli,” Dante said.
“Goddamn it, we need to find a way to block that old man,” I spat out annoyed. “Or work with him.”
“It was stupid to kidnap her,” Priest argued, his expression murderous. “It wasn’t right, Basilio.”
My narrowed gaze found his.
“Mind your own fucking business.” I had never gone head-to-head with Dante nor Priest. But if they tried to take Wynter from me, I would. Nobody would fucking take her from me again.Nobody.
Priest shot up to his feet at the same time as I did. “She’s my fucking sister. That changes everything.”
I got into Priest’s face while a burn radiated in my chest. “And she’s my woman,” I roared. “I swear to God, Priest. You touch her and I’ll read you your own last goddamn rites.“
Dante and Emory shared a glance, but they refused to interfere. Though we all knew if it came down to it, Emory would take my side and Dante would take Priest’s.
“You’re fucking blind when it comes to her.” Priest refused to back down. Not that I expected him to. “You’re so fucking obsessed you can’t see the girl is scared of you. I won’t let you hurt her.”
My body slammed into Priest’s and the dishes on the table rattled. “I’d rather slice my dick off than hurt her,” I hissed. “You suggest anything like it again and I’ll fucking end you.”
In our entire life, I had never had disagreements with Priest or Dante. Ever! Until today. And it all boiled down to Wynter. Priest was right, I was obsessed with her. In fact, it was so much more than just an obsession. It was madness. It was love.
I loved her so fucking much. Life without her wasn’t an option. She loved me once. I’d make her love me again.
Fuck, I was in so deep, I had no way of coming up for air.
“Basilio, she’s related to Brennan and the Pakhan. She has some crazy Russian fucker for a bodyguard and she’s a celebrity,” Dante chimed in from his spot, though his tense shoulders didn’t escape my notice.
“Did I ask for your opinion?” I snarled. “Wynter’s staying with me. Anywhere I go, she comes along.” I locked eyes with Priest. “Understood?”
He was silent. One second. Two seconds.
He nodded. “But if you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill your ass. Cousin or no. Understood?” he threatened.
“Fair enough.” I took a step back.
“You all are missing the point that Priest is related to the Pakhan too,” Emory drawled. “And if the three of you morons hurt her, I’ll kill you all.”
