Page 73 of The Billionaire's Secret
It is for my friends—the dipshits I often love to hate—and also for myself, that I need to go through with the fake wedding.
Also, I need an excuse to keep the woman, who has unearthed feelings I’d thought dead since the incident, near me.
"My plan’s simple. Keep her close, and the Mafia will follow."
Weston tilts his head, "You don’t need to marry her for that."
"It’s simpler that way.”
"How?"
"It’s foolproof in the short term. Victoria, I happen to find out, is old-fashioned enough that she'll respect the wedding vows."
"That’s why she’d marry you so quickly after burying her first husband?"
I growl.
Weston doesn’t back down, "Go on, tell us your reasoning, Saint Killian."
"Don’t use that bloody name"
"It is your middle name, isn’t it?"
"Among others."
"Well, then?"
"I should be able to coerce her into tying the knot sooner than not."
"Meanwhile, you get information about the Mafia from her?"
"Exactly," I prop my hands on my hips.
Weston smirks, "And during this time, of course, you make full use of your marital privileges?"
"Hey," I frown, "don’t go there."
Weston blinks, "Wow, possessive about her too."
"What’s it to you?" I lower my chin.
He turns to Sinclair, "Sound familiar to you?"
Sinclair chuckles, "All too much, and you know the funniest part of this?"
"No, tell me," Weston jokes.
"He has no idea that he’s already well and truly fucked."
"Hook, line and sinker," Weston rubs his hands together.
"Hey, I’m here, you wankers," I growl.
"Barely," Arpad snickers. "Your mind has been elsewhere all this time."
"Yeah, I’ve been focused on how to take down the bastards who fucked up our lives."
"Is that what this is about? This elaborate plan of yours to keep her close?" Weston asks.
