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Chip and Dale are trailing behind us but at a safe distance. There are about 20 men encircling us, with two guards standing behind Aidan, Bai, and Scott, and the others surrounding Fusco like his little monkeys.
“We’re here. Now release my son and his friends,” requests Caleb.
Fusco laughs.
“I’m afraid that won’t do. I lied.” He keeps laughing louder.
“What do you want from us?” Now it’s my turn to ask.
His gaze sweeps up and down my body, appreciating the curves on display. This dress does a fantastic job of enhancing my appearance. That’s why I picked it.
Aidan is clenching his jaw so tightly that it seems as if it might break if he continues.
“I think I’ve been clear about it already.” He pivots his body to fully face Caleb. “You destroyed your grandfather's legacy - everything he built. For two decades, I’ve stood by your side, but what have I received in exchange? Nothing. Not an ounce of recognition. Our finances are taking a hit because of what you’re doing.” He gestures around the room, pointing to some of The Twelve that betrayed us standing around him as he speaks.
“So, this is all about money? Or is it because you lost most of your clients when I pulled out of the drug trade?” Caleb questions. His words leave Fusco looking stunned and speechless. “Oh aye,” Cal continues, “I’m well aware of your little side business. Did you really think I don’t know what goes on right under my nose? It came to my attention that some of your clients may have threatened you because they had already received payment from their buyers, but you did not deliver the merchandise, leading to a considerable amount of money being owed. This puts you in their crosshairs. Am I wrong?”
Fusco's piercing gaze locks eyes with me as protests and curses fly from Aidan and Scott. As soon as I realise what’s happening, I see a group of guards quickly surround Caleb, effectively trapping him in place before I have a chance to react. Before I can even make a move, Fusco’s hands wrap tightly around my neck, suffocating me.
“You.” He leans in close, his eyes narrow, and his voice is filled with venom as he accuses me. “You’ve always been a thorn in my side. Putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.” With each passing second, his grip tightens, making it harder and harder for me to breathe.
The air is thick with the sounds of screams and cries, but Aidan’s voice rises above them all.
“I’m going to kill you, motherfucker!” Fusco adjusts his grip, his muscles tensing as he shifts his weight to face Aidan, their eyes meeting.
“Is that so? Knowing you’re bound to that chair,” he says, “I’m curious as to how you plan to accomplish that.”
It’s only when my vision starts to blur that Fusco finally lets go of his grip. With every cough, it feels like my throat is being consumed by a raging fire.
Petting my hair, his gaze lands on me as he continues. “It’s a pity to see such talent go to waste. Your expertise would have made a significant difference for our business.” Caressing my cheek, he brings his hands down towards my breast. “Perhaps your body’s expertise could be of more use to me. After all, your precious lover over there destroyed that as well.” He glances at Aidan. “The girls you took from me cost me a lot.” Looking back at me, he continues, “I bet I could make a big buck selling your tight arse. What do you think, son?” My eyes quickly dart towards Shaan, who is sporting a devious grin. As for Riccardo, he hasn’t budged at all since we arrived. The other masked man looks at me with intensity.
“I bet we could,” Shaan replies, excitement in his voice. “And I’ll be happy to test her out. I’ve always been curious about Aidan’s unrelenting fascination with this one particular girl. I bet her pussy tastes like sweet honey.”
Aidan’s enraged curses fill the air as he struggles to break free, but my attention is diverted when Skye’s voice crackles through the earpiece.
“I have him in sight, boss. Do you want me to shoot now?”
The word “NO” escapes my lips unconsciously.
“No?” asks Fusco with a chuckle in his throat. “Sweetheart, your opinion is irrelevant here,” he says firmly.
Ugh, gag me.
“You’re no fun,” sighs Skye.
Despite the pain in my throat, I manage to hold back a snort.
Using my sweetest voice, I ask, “Do you mind if I sit? These heels are killing me.”
I’m buying time. He has partners who work alongside him. Or above him. He is not smart enough to pull all of this off on his own. Now I’m waiting patiently to know who is really behind this.
Chapter 24
Aidan
I am going to kill him and his idiots. Starting with the guy behind me that stopped me from freeing myself. I can feel my stomach churn as I notice the bruises forming on her neck.
No one puts their hands on what’s mine.
