Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
It’s an idea. I can have men follow Saviatti, and I can have someone look into any communications he’s been making.
“I’ll call The Agency,” I tell Valen. “They can have a team out within the hour. The more we can find out the better. In the meantime, I think we should keep her close. Her father is undoubtedly going to be meeting with the Bosses, and when he does, I want to know what’s said.”
“Saviatti did give her to you as if she was nothing more than a bartering chip. Perhaps this has something to do with your father. There could be so many reasons we can’t see, yet.” Valen shrugs as he looks at me, the worry in his eyes clear.
My best friend is right—he tends to be right more often than not. He’s also level-headed and doesn’t fire back quickly. Instead, he’ll ponder something and look at all possible angles before acting. For someone who loves the kill as much as he does, I’m surprised just how composed he can be. Perhaps he works out all his frustration on the bastards we torture.
I enjoy inflicting pain, weeding out information by any means necessary, and the men on this island know that. They won’t ever overstep where I’m concerned. I’ve earned the respect and fear of those around me. And I’m proud of it. But Valen has a blood lust unmatched by anyone else in our circle. It’s what makes him special.
“Her father’s still alive,” I tell Valen. “What makes you think he hasn’t planned this? He could have sent her here to gain intel. The bastard became an informant, went into WitSec, and now he’s allowed his daughter back into the lion’s den.”
My office door swings open, and Kai saunters in as if he owns the fucking place. We’re all three the same age, Kai turns twenty-five a few weeks after me. The only difference is, he’ll remain Underboss for a while longer because his father has a hold on their organisation and doesn’t want to let go.
“What’s happening?” Kai asks, settling down on the red-wine coloured sofa that creaks as the leather bows under his weight.
The bastard is six-two, just like me, but he’s broader and heavier set than I am. It’s all the time he spends in the gym. I’m a runner, whereas Kai loves the heaviest of fucking weights. He’s managed to bulk out, building muscle, and I can’t deny, he looks good.
Val prefers fighting. Any martial arts he can learn, he will, and he does it fucking well. It’s given him a slim physique with taut, toned muscles. We’re all three very different, but also, we have so many similarities.
“Judah was just telling me about his concerns over the pretty little thing we have in our home,” Val says with a sly smile curling his lips. Bastard.
“Oh?” This has Kai perking up. “So, this is about the fresh pussy we have to play with?” He laughs, and his eyes narrow, crinkling at the sides.
My frustration with both my friends is at an all-time high.
“She’s not fresh pussy,” I bite out before pushing to my feet and rounding the desk. Valen stands, his face inches from mine, and my blood turns hot. “She’s…”
I am not even sure what to call her. But she isn’t like the other girls we bring home, have our fun with, and send packing. As much as I would love to see Brielle walk out of here and never return, I can’t do it. Going back on my father’s last wish would break down connections. I must be the obedient heir to the throne.
“What is she then, Jude?” Val asks me, his tone taking on a darker grit, while his gaze burns me. “Because you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how beautiful she is, I know you’d be lying if you did. And you can’t stop the fact you’re destined to walk down the aisle and bring her into this family.”
I know exactly what he means when he says family. It’s more than the blood running through my veins. It’s far more than the connections built in the organisation—he’s talking about the three of us.
“Into this dynamic,” I add with a nod recognising what he means.
I can’t stop myself from reaching for Val’s face, my fingers digging into his chin as I pull him nearer. Our lips brush against each other. I want to kiss him, but before I do, I smile. I love him, I’ve loved him for a very long time. With a quick glance at Kai, I arch a brow and grin. Both men are mine, as I am theirs. We have belonged together since we first felt the emotions for each other coursing through us—it just took us some time to admit to them.
Glancing back at Valen, I whisper along his lips, “She’s a spy.” My cock throbs when he reaches for it through my slacks. His fingers tightening, squeezing as he holds my hardening dick in his hand. My zipper becomes impossibly tight. “She needs to be dealt with in the only way we know how.”