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“Isn’t that what we do?” I retort, my tone biting.
Another pause.
“True, so what’s the deal?”
“An arranged marriage.”
“Amato, I’m flattered, but you’re not my type.”
I tug at my collar as the fury inside me rises.
“You still have your cousin under your thumb?” I ask outright.
“Vasilisa?” he questions and I swear I can hear concern in his voice.
“She’s still tangled up with the mayor’s brat. You’re thinking of taking her for yourself, Angelo?”
I bark a laugh, low and humorless. “Not me.”
He goes quiet.
“She’s too young for your father Angelo. No.”
“Not for him either,” I shudder at the thought.
The idea clicks in my head almost instantaneous.
This is going to work.
“Her father has NovaRael, doesn’t he?”
“He does,” Maksim answers hesitantly.
I can feel the elation rolling through me.
“Then listen up. I suggest to my father that we lock down the Bratva through marriage. Santo marries Vasilisa, and as part of the deal, Santo gains a share in NovaRael—a foothold in the tech industry. My father gets his precious alliance, thinks we’re getting territory and steps down.”
I take a breath.
“I get what I want and we get what we want; the Sovereigns Alliance.”
Maksim grows quiet.
Too quiet.
“Vasilisa… withScythe?”
My heart falls to my stomach.
Fucking Scythe.
My brother’s murderous alter ego, always a problem.
“You’re thinking of putting my favorite cousin at the mercy of the most ruthless bastard in your family?”
I exhale, forcing myself not to snap.
“Santo isn’t Scythe twenty-four seven,” I lie.
