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“Stop fucking around and answer the question.”
“We have to lock it down.”
“Is that even possible for you?” I asked. “You wear your emotions on your face when it comes to her.”
“I’ve done it for the last five years, right?”
“That’s because you rarely, if ever, occupy the same space as her.”
“I’ve spent more time in town than you have. I’m the one that needs you to answer that question. Nerine is the only woman I’ve known to get you to lose that calm, iceman demeanor. Think you’re going to be able to keep it in check?”
I had to be honest. “No. That’s the problem. I already know she will take great pleasure in pushing every button I have. That’s her way. The more I ignore her, the more she’ll get in my face.”
“Yeah, and this time, you can’t push her to her knees and shove your cock in her mouth to shut her up.”
I clenched my jaw. He brought up our past on purpose. To remind me of what we had together.
“You’re not helping the problem. We can’t touch her, period. Nerine isn’t ours.”
“One day soon, that will change.”
“We can’t claim another man’s wife.”
“We wait until Drakos, one of Andraius’s Chicago family, or one of his other enemies take him out.”
Others, meaning one of us.
We’d readied the stage for all three possibilities to come to fruition. The vengeful, sick-fuck part of me craved the pleasure of watching my hands force Andraius to gasp his last breaths.
I wanted to feel his blood on my fingers as he mewled in pain, and I couldn’t wait to revel in his death the same way he’d done when he gutted Papa for stepping between him and Nerine.
“Heads up,” Xander announced. “His royal highness is scanning the room. I believe he’s about to summon you.”
I blew out a deep exhale, simmering down the vengeance churning inside me.
I adjusted my suit and waited for Andraius to find me in the crowd. The second he saw me, he nodded, giving me his unsaid command to come to him. I moved from my position on the outskirts of the dining room in his direction.
“I fucking should have taken the perch,” I muttered.
“Don’t forget you’re the more refined and diplomatic of our duo. You have that European sensibility from all your years of dining with royals. I’m the rough meat-and-potatoes guy.”
“Meat and potatoes, my ass. I eat more meat than you do, dickhead. I can’t believe you even call yourself Greek with all the clean eating you like to do.”
“Chicken is meat, idiot.”
“You wonder why Theia Brenna loves me more. I eat everything she makes, and you don’t. Greek mamas want their sons to eat their food and not complain about it being unhealthy.”
“I could beat your ass into next week.”
“Like hell you could. Bulk means shit.”
“Shut up and go see what the fucker wants.”
I smirked and weaved my way through the multitude of tables. Even before I reached the table where Andraius and Nerine sat, I noticed Nerine’s back stiffen. Then, when I stopped behind Andraius, her attention wavered between her conversation with Nyx and me.
Nearly five years since we’d been this close to each other.
God, she’d lost so much weight. By my guess, it was at least fifteen pounds, if not more. Her curves were still there but less pronounced, and she carried an air of unapproachability along with a hint of fragility I’d never seen before.
