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Andraius kept quiet for a few seconds, then shook his head. I knew this whole pausing shit was all for dramatic effect.
This guy represented the biggest cliche in mob life ever fucking described. How had he spawned from one of the most influential organizations in Chicago? This shit truly was a waste of space.
When he finally finished with this, whatever he wanted to call it, Andraius said with a sigh as if he held the weight of the world on his shoulders, “My wife.”
Immediately, my back went up.
His wife.Nerine
I resisted the urge to clench my jaw.
His wife.
The woman he’d forced to marry him at gunpoint. The woman who meant more to Theo and me than anything on earth.
Our Angel.
The blood heir to the organization.
Anger surged in the pit of my gut, along with guilt and shame. I’d let her down. I let her believe I was the enemy. I’d promised to always stand by her and be her rock, her best friend.
I’d fucking failed her, and this fucker forced himself upon her when I wasn’t even in the damn area.
My throat burned as the rage continued to build, and only years of hard-earned training kept me from giving any of my true feelings away or reaching across the desk and bashing the bastard’s face in.
“I want you two to watch Nerine at all times, day and night,” Andraius ordered. “She’s up to something, and I want to know everything she is doing.”
Was he fucking serious? He planned to demote the two people who ran his organization while he pretended to be lord of the manor to watch his wife.
Okay, yes, the woman happened to be one of the loves of my life. But this made no damn sense.
A throbbing ignited in my head. What the fuck was he up to?
“She has around-the-clock security teams keeping tabs on her. The reports say she is clean.”
Theo and I knew everything that went on in her life. Circumstances had forced us apart, but that hadn’t meant we weren’t aware of her every move.
Over the last nearly five years, Theo and I had watched the light leave her eyes. She’d become a cold, yet combative version of the spitfire, takes-no-one’s-shit person she was before the coup. According to our men, she directed most of her ire toward Andraius. She hated him and had no problem letting him know her feelings. There were no traces of the girl with the wicked humor who laughed easily.
She believed we were her enemies by aligning ourselves with Andraius and becoming his right-hand men. We had seen the anger and the hurt every time we caught her looking in our direction during the first year of her marriage.
I would have given anything to tell her the truth, but giving away our secret would put her in danger.
However, the time of watching Nerine and her sisters suffer would soon come to an end. The right players were maneuvering into position, and then the trap would be sprung.
Then our Angel would finally get the chance to gain her wings back.
Andraius had ripped them to shreds over the years, something I’d never forgive.He had no idea the depth of what I imagined doing to him, inch by microscopic inch.
“She has that team wrapped around her finger, and I don’t trust them.”
I narrowed my gaze. “My father’s soldiers are beyond loyal. He doesn’t tolerate deception, and neither do I. And they know the consequences if they do.”
“Yes, yes.” Andraius chuckled. “No one wants to end up in your Caves. Maybe I should bring Nerine down there to watch you work, and then she’ll straighten up. I doubt she has the stomach to handle a discipline session.”
I glanced for a fraction of a second in Theo’s direction. He kept a stoic expression on his face, giving nothing away. However, I knew what he thought of that suggestion.
Bringing Nerine down to the Caves would only serve to remind everyone who the true Angelos heir was. No matter what Andraius believed, changing his name would never solidify his claim to the seat.
