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CHAPTER53
Basilio
She didn’t want me.
I didn’t give a fuck. She’d have me. Only me. For the rest of our lives.
The ice princess would be mine. Even if blood covered the altar as we said our vows. There was no getting away from it - for neither one of us.
“A member of your family stole from me,” I drawled. “And this is my repayment. Or we’ll have war.”
“That club is not yours,” Brennan growled.
“It’s mine,” I said, grinning darkly. “You should be getting a copy of the deed… right about now.”
Everyone’s phone dinged.
“Gentlemen, that would be the deed,” Priest announced.
Brennan didn’t bother retrieving the message, but his gaze shifted to Priest and his brows furrowed. Then he gave his head a small shake and came back to me with his niece in my grip.
Byron, my reluctant cousin, was the only one that checked it. His eyes shifted to me.
One breath. Two breaths.
“It’s his,” Byron acknowledged. “For over a year.”
“I’ll wire double the amount she took,” Brennan offered.
I let out a sardonic breath. “Not good enough.”
There was nothing and nobody that would do, except this woman in my arms. I’d start with tying her to me, then I’d make her love me. I’d have her loyalty, her trust, her love. I wanted it all.
And she’d give it. Just like she promised.
“Name anything,” Brennan said dryly. “Anything, except for her.”
I flicked a glance toward him and his reinforcements. Though unbeknownst to Brennan, the Ashford brothers were here to back us up, not him. If Alessio Russo, the illegitimate son of Senator Ashford wanted our supplier’s contact to enter Afghanistan, then the Ashfords would have to pay up.
Family or not. Nothing in this life was free.
My cousins and I were among the rare ones with the way to enter that country and Alessio desperately wanted in. At all costs.
“She’s my term,” I smirked. And denying me wasn’t an option.
“You’ll have your war then,” Brennan gritted. “You can’t have Wynter.”
Wynter’s eyes frantically darted around the room. She stopped fighting me, her body tense in my arms.
“You guys can’t be serious?” she whispered. “Tell me this is a joke.”
“This is the way things are done,” Luca deadpanned. “I thought you and your girl squad studied criminal activities.”
“Shut up, Luca.” Sasha’s threatening glare would probably make a lesser man shit themselves. Unfortunately for all of us here, we were used to much worse.
“I was busy training,” Wynter hissed at him. “I was a bit short on time to study your fucked up, medieval ways.”
Luca grinned. “I bet you Olympic gold this girl kills DiLustro herself at the end.”
