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“What do you think he’s going to do?” Eset questions, cocking a brow in the process.

“I think he’ll become desperate because this has been his plan for a very long time. I don’t see him giving up easily.”

“Then we’ll force his hand, and if he doesn’t like it, he’ll get a bullet between his eyes,” Eset states ever so calmly as she opens the SUV door and gets out, shutting it behind her. I follow her lead and shut the door behind me, sticking closely to the woman who’s now agreed to be my fiancée.

Eset goes to the elevators and presses the down button, and I’m a bit surprised. After all, we’re in a parking garage, so how much further down could we be going? Once the elevator doors open, we both step inside, and the doors close in front of us. Then, she pulls a key out of her pocket and slides it into a slot on the right, and proceeds to click four buttons. The elevator jolts, and then we head down for quite a few levels until the doors open again.

Once the doors open, I’m reminded of an elite club that I’ve heard about, but I can’t recall the name. “Emmett Steele’s wife, Kira, owns Club X. They just opened another location, and given the business practices my brother has with the Steele family, we have our own floor of the facility. With any luck, Ruslan will bring you into the family business once you’re my husband, as long as you don’t fuck anything up along the way. At that time, I’m sure he’ll tell you more about how we operate.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything before then,” I tell Eset, and she nods as we move further down the bright hallway.

There’s a glass wall on the left, with what appears to be a concrete floor, and that’s when I spot Lu lying on the floor with Eset’s resident henchman a few feet away. Goran, I believe, looks up at Eset the moment we walk through the door and cocks an eyebrow when he sees me. I don’t think this guy likes me one bit, though he’ll have to get used to it.

Eset walks around Lu, who’s somehow still breathing, and I don’t know how to take this. Eset appears to be ready to go completely apeshit on Lu, not that I blame her one bit. Lu deserves everything she’s getting. “I’m struggling so hard to not rip that damn knife out of your chest, but I know the moment I do, your body will begin to fade away, and I want you to suffer, Lu. I want you to remember everything I do to you before you die. I want you to know why I’m fucking doing it and regret ever hurting Amelia or Emily. If you didn’t hurt them, you could’ve gone on to live a long, luxurious life… but you fucked with my family, so you don’t get to have that peace.”

“I… don’t… r-regret a-any of it,” Lu struggles to speak, looking right at Eset.

Eset scoffs at Lu. “How in the world you thought that was a good thing to say to me is mind boggling. I’m only going to make it worse on you now.” Eset pulls out a gun from her purse and pulls the safety back, shooting Lu multiple times. She hits with every shot. The knee, the shoulder, the stomach, the arm—every single one of them rattles Lu, and she groans out in complete agony. “This isn’t even a fraction of what my sisters have gone through.”

As much as I think Eset is a strong, independent woman, I worry about my father’s retaliation if he finds out she did it. Granted, I’ll do whatever I can to protect her.

This is the woman who’s going to be my wife.

Fuck, I can’t tell if I’m the luckiest man in the world or if I’m going to be cursed for decades to come.

Chapter Eight

Eset

Lu’s body couldn’t hold on for as long as I wanted, but it was never part of my plan for me to stab her in the chest. I’m certain her being stabbed cut into the amount of time I could’ve had torturing her bit by bit. God, how badly I wanted her to suffer for what she did. She didn’t even have one ounce of remorse, which only pissed me off when I was in the heat of the moment. Now, I stand here staring at her lifeless body, wishing I could’ve caused her more pain before she took her miserable last breath.

“Miss Eset, would you like me to have the cleaners handle this?” Goran questions, pulling me out of my internal thoughts.

“Yes, but tell them to ship her head to Julio.” I know what I’m doing will cause a war, but I want him to know his precious Lu was taken from him. I want him to know what my fucking family is capable of because right now, I don’t think he has any idea what we’re willing to do for our own.

I turn and look right at my future husband. I want to see the expression on his face. I want to see if he has a problem with the way I plan on handling this, but thus far, he doesn’t have one thing to say. “You aren’t going to say anything about what I’m doing?”

Santos shakes his head. “It’s not my place to tell you how to handle your affairs. You had a goal when you captured Lu, and it seems you achieved it. I’m here to support you, and if you’re sending her head to my father, then so be it… but I do believe there will be some sort of retaliation.”

“Whatever he wants to throw our way, I can assure you we will handle it.” I don’t have one doubt in my mind that my family has more allies than Julio Ramirez. He’s desperate in his attempt to claw his way up to the top, but the man is coming up short. Hell, his own child is prepared to turn on him, and that’s saying something if you ask me. I turn and look at my right-hand man, “Goran, I think we should add a note, don’t you?”

“Whatever you would like, Miss Eset,” Goran tells me, and I smirk.

“‘The price of pain is bloodshed’. That is what I want it to say.”

“I will make sure the note is with the package, Miss Eset.”

“Perfect. The clean-up crew can handle the rest. Santos, I think we should get out of here and discuss our arrangement in further detail,” I tell my future husband, who nods in agreement and heads for the door. He opens the door to the hall, and I walk through it before he does. We don’t say a word as we head back toward the elevator, and I tap on the button.

Once it arrives, we both walk inside. I hit the button for the level of the parking garage we are on, and silence fills the space. I’m sure he wants to speak, but what I’ve noticed about Santos is that he’s a man who appreciates his own silence as well. He isn’t the type of man who has to give you a response each time you talk to him, and I like that.

The elevator doors open once more, and we walk out into the parking garage. I unlock the SUV I’ve been renting and clear my throat. “I’m sure this evening was quite an eye-opener for you.”

“It was, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Your ability to protect yourself is a turn-on, if I’m being honest. If you didn’t know how, I was going to teach you how to do it. The last thing I want to do is for you to get hurt.”

“Do youreallythink someone is going to hurtme?” I almost laugh as I question him, and Santos’ lips form into a smirk.

He shakes his head. “I think they’ll try, though I don’t think they’ll be successful in the least bit.” His response causes me to smile as I get in the SUV, and once I’m in safely, Santos goes around the vehicle and gets in on his side. “What are your plans for the next couple of days?”

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