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“Talk to me,” I finally say.
He chuckles, bringing his own glass to his lips. “David Garin,” he begins, then lets out a sigh. “He wasn’t special. I think that he signed his daughter away to earn some sort of favor from Vova, and a little cash. Maybe he got it too, because shortly after he signed her over to Kevah’s guy, he and his wife and the other children left the area.”
“Where did they go?” I ask.
“Florida.”
“The fuck?” I ask.
He shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t know why. I never asked, but I know that’s where they went. I remember it vividly because I thought it was really odd. The girl was only sixteen and I know at least ten decently high-ranking Bratva men that would have married her in a heartbeat. We all wondered why her marriage was contracted to the Persian.”
“And to one of no importance at that,” I state.
“Exactly.”
“There must be more to this. Do you think Nikita knows?” I ask. Edmon shrugs a shoulder. He has no fucking clue, but I don’t really expect him to either, I’m more thinking out loud at this point.
“And they never contacted her again? They just left?”
Edmon nods his head. “They wouldn’t contact her, it was part of the agreement demanded by Azar as far as I know.”
Typical.
He wanted to alienate her from anything and everything that she knew, from her old life. Though her parents agreed to that shit and gave no fucks at the same time. I’m going to find her parents, find out why they did what they did, then kill them for selling their daughter off the way that they did and abandoning her.
“What happens now?” Edmon asks.
Shaking my head, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh before I open them again. Before I say anything, I reach for my vodka and take another drink.
“I have to tell Osip what I want,” I say.
“Azar will fight you on this,” he says.
Shaking my head, I snort. “He may fight his leader, Rostam. He will not fight me. I do not fight.”
“You don’t?” he asks.
My lips curve up into a grin. “A Torpedo doesn’tneedto fight,” I inform him.
He lets out a chuckle, reaching for his own glass before he takes a drink.
“Well, you have my support. I would love to see Isabel back in the family fold.”
“Yeah?”
He nods his head. “She was always sweet. She was just a kid. She didn’t deserve that.”
“She’s still a kid,” I point out.
He laughs, shrugging his shoulder. “Maybe, but I think she’s lived enough that she won’t be as immature as other twenty-two-year-olds.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “She is definitely not immature.”
I can’t help but smile at the thought of her naked in my bed earlier, taking every fucking inch of my cock and begging for more of me. I mean it when I say that she definitely is not immature. But then, my smile fades as I think about the decision that I have to make. It should not be this difficult, but it’s that looming fact that it’s for life.
“Do you want that asshole to keep fucking her, keep using her, keep her?” Edmon asks.
Lifting my eyes to his, my brows furrow together in a frown. This fuck is seriously saying that to me and I want to kill him just for speaking the fucking words out loud, even though she is technically his and not mine.
Even though I shouldn’t be jealous or possessive, I am just that. I want to kill Azar and I kind of want to beat the shit out of Edmon for saying what he just said.
“She’s not his to keep,” I state through a clenched jaw.
“Good.”
