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“Move, Mckayla!” I growled.
“Watch yourself when you talk to my wife!” Savio shoved me aside.
I sighed. “I apologize, Mckayla.”
“Would someone like to explain why Nyla is so distressed?” Mckayla’s glare dared us to ignore her question.
“It’s my fault. I robbed the casino,” Nyla whispered.
Mckayla turned to face her. “I see.”
Nyla looked from Mckayla to me, her eyes pleading. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“I’ll take you,” Mckayla said.
“No!” we all said in unison.
“Nyla won’t harm me. She made a bad choice, but no one in this family is perfect,” Mckayla stated before sweeping Nyla from the room.
Savio turned to Sante. “Get me Sartori’s financial records. And check if he has any offshore accounts.”
Sante pulled out his phone. “I get Elio on it, but it’ll take time.”
“We have twenty-four hours.”
A few minutes later, Nyla and Mckayla returned to the room.
“Nyla, it was nice meeting you—even though my brother-in-law is not his usual charming self,” Mckayla teased.
“Let’s go, Nyla.” I gestured to the door.
Nyla’s head stayed down as she walked from the house back to the car. She’d made choices that hurt my business—and my family—because of her connection to Cono Sartori.
“I don’t want to get married,” Nyla said as we entered the condo.
The tears streaking her cheeks softened my scowl. Seeing a woman cry always sparked my protective instincts, but I clamped down on them. “What you want isn’t important. Lives are at stake,” I said through gritted teeth.
She leaned wearily against the wall. “My uncle is not a good man. I think he’s lying about the money.”
“Seems you have a lot in common.”
“What if you find out where the trust is held, and I sign a document transferring the funds to you?” Nyla asked, her voice trembling.
“Trust funds don’t work like that. They’re set up in a specific name.”
“I’m too young to get married. We barely know each other.”
“Agreed. I have until tomorrow to decide.”
“He’ll betray you.”
“Another thing you have in common,” I sneer.
She gasps and raises her hand to strike me, but I block her.
“The men in your life have made you delusional, gullible, and dependent on them. Blame yourself for your situation.”
Her eyes narrowed in anger. “Like I care what you think of me! Opinions hold no weight with me. You, Cono, and Mark all have one thing in common—you want control. But you have none, and you’re pissed.”
