Page 123 of Sweet Sin

Miles McAllister. I never got back to Lance’s to get the information on Savannah and McAllister. There wasn’t time…and there isn’t time now.

“All right,” Leif says. “Who the fuck is Miles McAllister?”

“He’s the son of a powerful crime lord based in Austin,” Giancarlo says, keeping his raspy voice low. “He was supposed to marry Savannah Gallo.”

Savannah told me as much, but now it sinks in like the fucking nails at my neck. “What the fuck did you say?”

He swallows, his eyes moving back and forth. “I’m not sure what’s going down. I’m on a need-to-know basis. But for some reason, Savannah Gallo has to marry Miles McAllister.”

Oh, hell no.

No one is marrying the woman I love except me.

Leif glances toward his pistol. “What else can you tell us? Where the hell are they?”

“I don’t know. On a plane to Las Vegas? All I know is he needs to get married to her quickly.”

“Savannah would never marry anyone else.”

“If she’s got a gun to her head like I do right now, she would probably say ‘I do’ pretty quickly.”

Jealousy swirls in my gut. But it’s overridden by anger—anger and fear and the need to protect my woman.

I’m like a wolf—a wolf who’s rabid and ready to kill for his mate.

“I can get that information,” Leif says. “I can find out where Miles McAllister is. The Wolfe family has all kinds of resources, and I have access.”

“All right.” I look into Giancarlo’s blue eyes, summoning the Savage within me. “You mention this to anyone? This little visit from us? Your plug will be pulled.”

“He’s right,” Leif says. “I’ve got someone on you twenty-four-seven. Someone here at the hospital. So don’t even think about betraying us.”

“I’ve got men on me too,” he says. “The McAllisters—”

“You’ve already fucked up,” I say. “The McAllisters have no qualms about letting you die. You think I don’t know how these things work? I met my share of you dildoes in prison. Once you fuck up, they wash their hands of you.”

That’s not exactly true, but Giancarlo doesn’t need to know that.

Leif secures his piece back in his ankle holster, moving his jeans to cover it.

I don’t know if Giancarlo is trustworthy. In all likelihood he’ll squawk like a canary once we leave.

We leave the room, walking toward the elevators and entering the stairwell quickly.

“You really have someone on them?” I ask.

“Yeah. But he won’t die, Falcon. I know you don’t want that for Savannah.”

“No, I don’t. I wouldn’t mind seeing him in his grave, but not until he’s completely cured of the injuries Savannah inflicted on him.”

“It’s just someone to threaten him. Scare him a little.”

“You don’t think we did that?”

“Oh, we did. But I believe in extra precautions whenever possible.”

I nod and text Hawk quickly.

Any news?

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