Page 216 of Damián

“I’ll trade you some of my wheat for a sheep,” Logan offers, but Björn immediately shakes his head.

“No one is touching my sheep.”

“You’ve been hoarding sheep for five rounds.” Alexios glares across the board at the giant Viking. “Your entire freaking hand is a wool factory.”

“So? It is a viable economic strategy!” Björn defends himself, turning his head toward me. “Ollie, my friend, the man I successfully kidnapped, give me some wheat.”

“It’s been a year, get over it,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Never,” he insists. “And to make you remember, I’ll kidnap you again as a wedding gift.”

Alexios snorts from across the table. “If they ever get married.”

“We will, asshole.” Damián’s hand finds mine under the table. “Oliver just has a lot on his plate right now.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve gone and named your firm the Sneaky Samaritans.” Law shakes his head, staring at his cards.

“The name is fucking hilarious,” Björn laughs, and Knox nods in agreement.

Zara shrugs. “It was between that or The Principled Pipeline.”

“Besides,” I point out with a smirk, “we are sneaky.”

“So sneaky that even Albert Harrington-Hale is investing in your organization,” Damián says, a proud edge to his voice.

Law looks up, clearly surprised. “He did? Wow. You actually got someone like Albert to invest in you?”

“Ugh, fuck rich people,” Knox groans, tossing a card down.

“Hey! He is the good rich kind,” Leif argues, defending the billionaire. “He’s spent more than seventy years helping people.”

And yeah, Albert is amazing.

He and his grandson Cillian have been a great help to the organization and us, offering more than I could ever ask for

“Well, this one is paying our Ollie to keep smuggling people,” Leif points out.

“Fine, fine,” Alexios concedes, waving a hand to get us back on track. “You’ve been too busy smuggling people to get married.”

“Ethically smuggling people,” Tae corrects from across the table.

I chuckle, raising my glass to him. “Thanks, Tae.”

“I bet no one wants to give me wheat because you all know I’ll be the first to find out when you set the date.” Björn says, and Zara shoots him a look that reads entirely as ‘bitch, please, I’ll be the first to know.’

“Well, the first Harknett,” Björn amends quickly.

“Harknett-adjacent Finni will be the first one,” I counter. “He’s the one making our wedding cake.”

Finnian claps happily. “Yay! I already have six ideas… Nae pressure though.”

“Fine, but for Harknett-Harknetts, the first one to know will be this sexy Viking over here.”

I lean forward, tapping my cards. “Only… if you trade me two sheep.”

“Ah! Bastard!” Knox yells, pointing a finger at me.

Björn looks desperately down the table. “Boss, use your power and make him change his mind.”