Page 39 of The Mafia Princess

Remington was sitting with Alastair when Graham came in.

“You’re going to love this, Remington.”

Remington turned to look at him.

“They caught the assassin that attacked Aryanna that night in the hotel.”

Remington straightened. “Who was it? Where was he?”

“No one we know, but the King of Malta, her father, was the one that sent him. He was acting like a delivery man, but Security stopped him.”

“Why didn’t he kill her that night?” Alastair asked.

“I guess the King wanted it to look more like natural causes. If their people knew she’d been murdered like her mother, there would have been a revolt. The people don’t like him.”

“From what Anna has told me, he was a horrible father as well as a king,” Remington said. “How was he going to kill her?”

“He had poison on him. He won’t tell us how he would have done it.”

Remington nodded. “Where is he?”

“At one of our warehouses,” Graham said.

Remington stood. “He’s mine.”

“I’ll take him,” Graham said.

Alastair nodded. “Take a few cars. I want you heavily guarded.”

Remington followed Graham out of the house and into the back of a car.

“Tell me what you need from me,” Graham said.

“Just to stand back and watch the show.”

Graham chuckled.

On the ride there, Remington went over the past few months in his head. He couldn’t believe he and Anna had already been married for seven weeks. He knew the businesses he bought were taking up a lot of his time and energy, which attributed to the feeling that the weeks had flown by. He hated the fact that most nights, he came home, ate, and then pulled Anna to bed.

He didn’t fuck her like he wanted to, but he at least got to hold her. She’d been acting funny the last couple of weeks, and he meant to talk to her, but the time just sped by.

His thoughts scattered when they pulled up behind a large gray warehouse. He needed to put her out of his mind for now because he had questions that needed answers, and he was looking forward to getting them the hard way. It had been a while since he’d killed anyone, and although he didn’t like the killings for the fun of it, it was a necessary part of being in the Mafia, and he’d only ever killed bad people. This one would be easy because the man hurt and threatened his woman, and no one would get away with that.

They walked into the back door and into a large part of the building. The place was clean and looked organized, with boxes stacked neatly on the sides and one row down the middle. He caught sight of the man tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth. That wouldn’t do. Not only did he need answers, but he would enjoy hearing his screams and pleading for life.

“Get the gag off of him,” Remington ordered.

Remington stood in front of him and crossed his arms over his chest. It looked like the men had a bit of fun with him before he got there, which was fine as long as the bastard was able to talk.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes, you’re the bastard I was forbidden to hurt.”

One of his brows rose. “Why is that?”

“That’s what the orders were.”

“So, you were just ordered to kill the princess?” Remington asked.

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