Page 150 of Villainous Kingpin
I flipped him the bird. “I’m not whipped enough to kick your ass unless you shut the fuck up.”
“Okay, so maybe Wyn will be happy,” Priest muttered pensively.
“Wyn?” Emory and I asked at the same time.
Priest shrugged. “It’s what those close to her call her.”
Did Sasha call her Wyn? She never asked me to call her Wyn. For fuck’s sake, I had to get a grip. I’d call her mine, wife… nobody else would ever get to call her that.
“Dante, you won’t spend the night at the penthouse, but be there first thing. And Priest, monitor the place. If anything unusual happens, just get Wynter out.”
He’d keep her safe, even at his own expense. I trusted him on that matter. I just didn’t trust him enough to bring Wynter to the church so I could finally put a ring on her finger. I suspected if she begged him to take her away, he’d cave.
Because she was his sister.
* * *
My father sat in his office.
It reeked of alcohol, antiseptic, and fucking dead flesh.
My eyes flitted to his knee. It was fucked up. Looked like shit. It stank even worse. Not that I gave a damn. He should have been shot through his black heart.
Ever since he got shot, he rarely sat behind his desk. He couldn’t stretch his knee far enough. Instead, he had to sit next to the table and prop his leg on a stool.
“Finally! What took you so long?” he spat out.
“Traffic.” It was after rush hour traffic. It was a bullshit excuse. We both knew it.
His eyes regarded me closely, that face that my mother detested staring back at me and I knew it was the same face I’d have in my old age. But I’d have Wynter. She’d keep the light in my life and keep me from becoming my father.
“So you’re getting married.” It wasn’t a question. A statement. An accusation. A judgment.
“Yes.”
“To Brennan’s girl.”
“Yes.” Fuck him. He couldn’t stop me from it. Let him bring the entire fucking Syndicate down on me, I refused to giveherup. I’d set up enough cash and residences around the world to hide us.
He stood up, reaching for his cane. It was just barely out of his reach but I didn’t bother moving to help him. He never helped a single person in his life.
Finally grabbing it, he stood up that fucking cane wobbling. God, what I wouldn’t give to smash his skull with it! End him for good.
“I’m guessing Brennan doesn’t want me at the wedding.”I don’t want you at the wedding.But I remained silent. Let him come to his own conclusions. “Alliance with them will be good. You better get some more property out of them for taking an Irish cunt for a wife.”
A growl sounded in my throat. It was impossible to hold it back.
His eyes flashed in victory and his lips curved with a dark laugh. I still said nothing.
“You should move into our family home once married.”Never gonna happen.“After all, you were raised here. You’ll want your children raised here.”
The fuck I would. I planned on burning this motherfucking place down to the ground the moment he was dead.
A vein throbbed in my temple, my rage wanted out. To make him suffer. To end him, once and for all.
“I have my own place,” I bit out. “We’ll live in our own house and make our own memories.” Happy ones without your fucking ass in it.
“Angelo will wire your place,” he said. That fucker would never step foot in my home again. “Brennans are not part of the Syndicate. We need to protect the interest of our organization.”
