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“I got a thousand dollars on them fucking by the end of lunch,” Callum said as he dropped a stack of hundred-dollar bills on the table.
“I got five on it,” Cole chimed. He removed his ATM card from his wallet and added it to the pile.
Sonny threw his Black Amex card on the table on top of Cole’s card. “I’ll take that bet.”
“Nah,” Drake said as he reached into his pocket. “I have a better bet. Ten thousand says she picks Marcello over Luca.”
“Cheap asshole,” Bastian growled with dissatisfaction. “Pony up a hundred grand if you want to make it a gentleman’s bet.”
“I’m not cheap,” Drake said in his defense, removing the checkbook from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “Double it, and we got a deal.”
“Done,” Bastian said without hesitation.
“Count me in.” Damian pulled out his wallet. “My money is on Luca.”
“Me too,” Bastian said with an apologetic look at Marcello.
“Fuck both of you,” Marcello shot back.
Bastian shrugged, while Damian gave him a seriously bone-chilling smirk that screamed,I eat souls for breakfast.
I glanced over at them, still leaning on the arm of Marcello’s chair. “Why are you guys betting on who I marry? This is ridiculous.”
“We bet on everything,” Finn said. “We even bet on their chances of getting you back to Devil’s Creek.”
“I had no choice,” I told him. “They tied my brother to a chair and forced me to leave with them.”
“I said you’d at least kick one of them in the balls before they got you on the plane.” Sonny shook his head, laughing. “You disappointed me, Little Wellington.”
“You guys are morons with too much time on your hands,” I countered. “And for the record, I’m not fucking Marcello by the end of lunch.”
“How about after lunch?” Drake joked.
“I got ten on that,” Finn said between bites of his burger.
“All of you are pigs,” I muttered. “Stop taking bets on me.”
“Look,” Sonny said with a cheeky smile. “I’d gladly take a bullet for you if it means getting hand fed by your fine ass.”
“I second that.” Cole winked. “Make it a flesh wound, okay?”
“Pussy.” Sonny howled with laughter. “Fucking flesh wound? Take it like a man, Marshall.”
The rest of the guys echoed their agreement.
I raised my hand to silence them. “No one is shooting anyone.”
Sonny slid his arm behind my back and pulled me closer to him. “You better get used to us all up in your business. We know everything about you, Little Wellington.”
“So I guess my grandfather’s announcement wasn’t all that shocking to you guys.”
“Not really,” Sonny admitted.
“We saw it coming,” Drake said. “Luca’s fucked this up for years. It was only a matter of time before Arlo or Carl enforced the Charter.”
I glanced at Marcello. “What about you? Did you know my grandfather had the wedding planned?”
Marcello shrugged his broad shoulders against the chair. “I don’t think Luca has ever considered the possibility of losing control. You have to choose atLegare.”
