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“I can. And I will.” I turn him around to see Lachlan with his Ruger aimed at the bodyguard’s temple, while Riordan points a knife at Dante.

Eoghan just taps the barrel of his gun on his crossed knee. He doesn’t pull it very often. That’s not what I need him for. I have enough crazy and muscle between Riordan and Lachlan.

“I’ll give you ten million dollars.” I lean in. “Use that money to buy an army. Weapons. Decent intelligence gathering.”

“Stand down, motherfuckers,” Gabe whimpers to the guards and stumbles back into his chair. “I don’t know where Alexei’s daughter is.”

“Then you have an even bigger problem,” I say. “He started a war with you. You have to finish it. Or you’ll look weak.”

Gabe turns to Dante, who starts arguing in a low, strained voice. After a few minutes, I think Gabe will tell me to go to hell, but he mutters, “You can marry Isabella. Fortwentymillion.”

“Gabriel, what the fuck are you doing?” Dante grabs him.

“Shut the fuck up, Dante.” Gabe shucks him off and turns burning, mad eyes on me.

His underboss responds by storming out through a door that leads to the yard.

I glance at Eoghan, who nods. He manages our finances through an accounting firm in Manhattan. Twenty million is nothing to me. We topped over a billion in revenue last year from legitandillegal sources. I didn’t get us this far by making bad decisions.

“Twenty million. Why don’t you make the formal introductions?” I button up my jacket and strut back to Gabe. “She comes home with me today.”

The memory of Isabella’s pretty face and delicate features from the funeral last week slams into me. Marrying her gives me permission to touch her. Although, I forgot what it’s like to touch a good girl. I’m very rough with women in bed.

Which is why I use a sex club. A Mafia don’s daughter as my bride will understand what kind of marriage this will be. She’s also young, which means she’s impressionable and easy to control.

She’s perfect for me. With several marriage arrangements falling through after Norah, I realized, at forty years old, it was time to take these matters into my own hands. I need a wife. I need sons.

“No, no. You can’t take her today.” Gabe shakes his head. “I won’t deny her a proper wedding.”

I don’t have time for a big wedding. Although my sister, the Hamptons premier party planner, would love to organize an extravagant show for me.

“I won’t touch her until we’re married.” Then spend night after night breaking her in to get her pregnant. “If you think anyone will question my honor, you really have your head up your ass.”

Gabe breathes heavily, his eyes focused. Maybe it’s finally hit him. But pride makes men do dumb-ass shit.

“I’ll give you another ten million to take her with me today.” I up the ante. “That buys you ex-military mercenaries to comb through Astoria at night. That’s when the Russian cockroaches come out. Kill them quickly. And quietly. Leave Astoria in one piece.” I also hope Alexei fights the same way, clean, with minimal damage to our precious infrastructure.

“Thirty million.” Gabe sticks out his hand to me, then glances at his bodyguard. “Bring Isabella inside, Rocco.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Kieran

Lachlandoesn’twaitforRocco. He opens the door and waves two ringed, tattooed fingers. “Calder, bring her in.”

“I can walk myself,” a feminine, but very fiery voice echoes from the hallway.

Isabella struts in wearing a red bikini. Lust violently roars through me. She’s a bombshell with curves and olive skin. Several birthmarks across her chest disappear into a swimsuit top that barely covers her breasts. Christ, she’s sexier up close. Her dark eyes are big, and fuck…

My heart thumps in my chest. I don’t know wherethatis coming from. I shake it away. I don’t want to feel anything for a woman ever again.

With a room full of men, Isabella stands there, spilling out of a bikini. I tear my suit jacket off and cover her up.

Mine…

Gripping her shoulders to pull my jacket across her body, she stares right at me, unafraid. Fuck, I like that. With her beautiful face so close to mine, I see just how young she is. Is she too young for a savage like me?

The plan is to fill her with my seed and breed her. Her image was fuzzy in my mind, conjuring up this plan two weeks ago. Now, I don’t know if I want to fuck her in the car going home, then in my bed, or not touch her at all. Because perhaps I won’t want to stop.

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