Page 56 of Kinks of a Billionaire
“If you’re about to pray, let me know so I can hang up.” It was probably not the best time to taunt him. He always took everything too seriously. “Just get in touch with our lawyer and let him handle it. This thing with Stuart is being blown out of proportion because of who his parents are. He was the one who put his hands on Willow, and I have the evidence to back it up. I’m not threatened by him or his family in the slightest.”
“I swear to God, if I knew it wouldn’t make Willow sad, I’d murder you right now.”
“Maybe you should consider murdering Stuart’s parents. They’re just as corrupt as Father was.”
“Yeah, let’s go killing everyone on our shit list.”
“I’m on board with it. Let me know what I can do,” I deadpanned. I could hear Byron’s exasperated breath over the line. “Of course, I’d prefer the executions to happen outside the States until the dust settles and this warrant is retracted.”
In light of everything, it’d probably be smart to extend my honeymoon with Willow. Maybe we could head to Venezuela next. I’d have to look up the country’s extradition laws. Fuck it, I’d make it a business trip and pour some money into the economy. Knowing how corrupt the government was currently, they’d gladly keep Willow and me there.
Perfect plan.
“Hold off on the killing spree,” Byron remarked dryly. “The lawyer tells me they have nothing on you.”
I let out a sardonic breath. “I find that hard to believe since I didn’t exactly stay behind to clean up my mess.”
“Well, someone did.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “I bet it was Asher.”
“Who?”
“The fucking pirate.”
“Why would he do that?”
To get me to transport whatever shit he had stashed on that boat. The irony was that I scoured it to ensure there wasn’t some fucked-up shit left around and found nothing. The fucker was good.
“No idea,” I told him. I took a sip of my cognac, savoring the burn. “But Willow will be back any minute, so I can’t talk much longer. Just get the warrant taken care of. I’ll sail the seas a bit longer and?—”
“Great, now my brother’s becoming a pirate too. Just sayarghhh.” My brother just cracked a joke. Hell was about to freeze over.
“Arghhh,” I retorted wryly, scratching my chin. “Happy?”
“With you? Not even remotely.”
“Life’s a bitch,” I taunted. Despite my brothers and I not always seeing eye to eye, we had each other’s backs. “I’ll stop in Venezuela and a few South American ports to get some business accomplished.”
“Maybe you should forgo South America. Come back so we can hide you and Willow?—”
“No.”
“You’re not being reasonable, brother.”
“Any option that jeopardizes Willow’s freedom is a no-go.”
“Fuck, you’re smitten,” he muttered.
“Look who’s talking.” I shook my head. “You jacked off for six years waiting for Odette to find her way back to you. I’m surprised you didn’t lose function in your cock.”
“Maybe Ishouldlet them arrest you,” he grumbled.
“Aurora will have your balls.” Our sister was the boss and we all knew it. She said jump, and we asked how high. “What will your pretty wife do then?”
The door opened, and I paused with my drink halfway to my mouth. Willow came out wearing a strapless green dress that Asher must’ve had delivered. I knew not to ask where in God’s name he managed to procure it, but I was looking forward to shredding it to pieces and fucking her brains out.
“As much as this was a pleasure, Byron…”Not.“I gotta go. I’ll keep in touch.”
