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As soon as the car began to move again, he turned his attention to me, not giving her a second thought. “Before I bring you into this house, I need to know if I can trust you.”
I gave him a hard look. “I kept an eye on Bourbon, made sure he didn’t do anything to disgrace the family name.”
“Like running off after some snatch?”
“Like you said, she’s not some whore, but Petrov royalty. Their union makes business sense.”
“You don’t care about business. If so, you wouldn’t have killed Dimitri.”
“Dimitri was a cunt. He was too emotional. If he hadn’t been so worried about getting her back, we’d have made hundreds of thousands by now, and he’d still have his head attached to his neck.”
My father scowled. “Why did he care about her so much anyway?”
I shrugged. “Does it matter? He’s dead. Nicholi is making the decisions now.” I leaned back, detaching myself from this conversation in order to convince my father that I was on his side. “The ozone we have won’t last. The crates we’ve captured will keep them busy for a little while, but we need to make a new alliance with Nicholi. I’ll do some research. Figure out what’s important to him.”
From what Knight had told me, Nicholi was just as sadistic as Dimitri, if not more.
“Once we have what he wants,” I continued, “I’ll set up a meeting between us. Bourbon was too accommodating. All we need is leverage, then it’s easy to broker a deal.”
My father studied me impassively as we pulled up to the door. "Fine," he finally answered, “we’ll see if I can trust you. Prove it to me by taking care of the sister. She’s in one of the guest bedrooms. You will be in charge of keeping her happy. Make sure she is fed and has the necessary supplies.”
I gave him an astonished look, surprised that he even cared about all that.
"Don't be stupid. I'm well aware that this girl is my leverage over keeping Bourbon from slitting my throat.”
“Fine,” I agreed.
“I’ll let Marisol know. But be aware. She’s a difficult woman, so keep a watchful eye on her. If she goes missing, your head will roll. Is that clear?”
I nodded and he shifted forward, ready to step out of the car.
“There's one more thing. I have another prisoner in the room next to Aster's. If you really want to take a step up in the family, I’ll need you to take care of him, too. Make sure he has just enough food to keep him alive, nothing else. He can have toilet paper and a bar of soap to keep him from stinking up the house, but that is all.”
“Okay.” The torture part was already beginning.
“Listen to him, be friendly with him if he wants to talk, then report everything back to me." He laid a hand on my shoulder, giving me a dark, threatening look. "I can trust you with him, correct? If not, then I'll find someone else to do the job."
I nodded. "Of course."
"Good," he nodded, then he began to climb out of the car. "Marisol will show you where their rooms are." Then he stepped out and walked into the house without a backwards glance.
I waited a full moment after the door closed behind him before I leaned back into the seat, thinking.
Something was different. My father had never kept any prisoners at the house.
It was too distasteful and dirty. He had back rooms in warehouses for that.
But now, he had two prisoners in the house, and had taken vials of Bourbon’s blood.
There had to be a reason for all this, and I was going to find out why.
Brett lowered the partition. "Do you need to go somewhere, sir?"
"Take me back up the driveway. Let's bring my father's new whore to her car."
James frowned. "I don't think Nero would like that sir."
"I don't fucking care what he would like."
