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Unfortunately for Fusco, he made a big mistake.
Scott stirs beside me, reflecting my agitation. Bailey’s silent sobs catch my da’s attention. His eyes are fixed on her, oblivious to the men surrounding him, his concern for her evident.
Although Blakely’s expression remained emotionless when she entered, providing me with no indication as to whether she was surprised to see Riccardo here or not, I am still unsure about his role in all of this.
I’m focusing on her and what a sight she is. I cannot deny that I was surprised to see her dressed like this. To say otherwise would be a lie. She looks absolutely stunning in her red dress, which is made even more exquisite by the way it hugs her curves. The alluring shade of crimson on her lips seems to call out to my dick, tempting it to slide between them. The mere thought of it causes my cock to throb in my briefs.
Focus. Not the time to be aroused.
As I cast my glare upon her, she senses it and turns to me with a mischievous smile on her face.
What is she up to?
“Do you mind if I sit? These heels are killing me.” I hear her ask.
One of the men catches Fusco’s nod, and he quickly grabs a chair, carrying it over to the centre of the room, where he places it for her.
Despite being surrounded by Fusco’s men, my father seems unfazed and not bothered by it at all.
Sitting down in the chair, Blakely adjusts her position and crosses her legs. As I catch a glimpse of her skin, the sensation between my legs heightens, and my mind wanders to a vivid image of her wrapped around my waist. My cock buried deep inside her amidst the surrounding corpses.
She looks like a queen with her subjects around her.
My queen.
“So,” she starts. “It has been established that you want the Prestons eliminated because they’re getting in the way of your business. Am I right?” With a nod, Fusco signals that he is listening intently and waiting for her to elaborate.
I’m just as clueless as anyone else about where she’s going with this.
“Great. And you are out for my blood because I poked my nose where it didn’t belong. Correct?”
“Correct. Where are you going with this?” Fusco asks.
Shaan shifts his weight from one foot to the other while Riccardo stands completely still and emotionless.
“Let me make sure I’ve got this straight. To recap, you said… you want the Prestons dead because they stood in the way of your drug and human trafficking schemes, and now you’re seeking vengeance. I mean women trafficking, which resulted in people wanting you six feet under the ground.” She takes a more comfortable position in her seat. “Let me start with a question that shouldn’t be too difficult. The Snakes and some of The Twelve are clearly a nuisance for you, yet you still choose to work with them. Why?”
Her question seems to leave father and son at a loss for words. I have to say, I’m not quite sure what her end goal is.
With a furrowed brow, Fusco asks, “What do you mean, a nuisance for me?”
“Exactly what I said. Your primary concern is money, but you’re committed to sharing the Prestons’ fortune and possessions equally among the three parties. How is it going to work? I am curious to know what your strategy is. Who will be the first person you eliminate?”
Suppressing the urge to grin, I conceal a smile on my face.
My girl’s intelligence never ceases to amaze me. I knew she was smart, but questioning the three of them about their loyalty to each other is a smart move.
I hear a low cough behind me, confirming to me the guard is on our side as he tries to suppress his laugh. Scott’s eyes glint with amusement, and I swear I see Riccardo’s face showing a hint of a smile. As for the other guy, his eyes seem to darken. I still have no idea who is hidden beneath the mask.
As Blakely’s words begin to sink in, a murmur of conversation starts to stir amongst the crowd.
It’s safe to say that Fusco is not pleased with the current situation, and it’s highly likely that his plans have been completely ruined.
“Why would he kill us?” asks the leader of the Snakes.
Blakely checks her nails, uninterested. “Oh, I don’t know. You mean, aside from the money thing?” She seems to think before answering. “Perhaps it is because you are the one who disclosed the location of this hangar.”
“WHAT? You don’t have any proof of that.” He turns towards Fusco. “She’s lying, I never —”
