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“Okay, so right now, we know this man has ties to Mexico, and there’s a strong possibility that he’s loyal to Julio. We also know what he said about our mother and the supposed army that’s coming after us.” I’m speaking out loud, going over everything with my family members.
“There’s something else I think your brothers need to know about if they don’t already,” Santos speaks up, raising a brow.
“Ruslan already knows.” I think Santos is talking about me killing Lu, but for all I know, it could be something else. “You are talking about me killing Lu, right?”
“Yes,” Santos confirms.
“What?” Lom is completely baffled, but I guess Ruslan didn’t tell him about that. Nazyr doesn’t seem surprised, but Nazyr knows me a bit better than anyone else.
“I might have had her head sent back to Julio with a note,” I also reveal.
“Of course, you did.” Nazyr’s now chuckling at my antics.
“My father told me at our wedding reception that Lu’s head was delivered to him with a message,” Santos speaks up, and this is the first time I hear in detail about it. “I told him he needed to keep his cool at the wedding. He was frustrated because Alejandro was there, and I could tell he wanted to make a scene, but I told him not at my fucking wedding.”
“Did he seem to think that you knew anything about it?” Ruslan questions Santos.
Santos shrugs his shoulders. “No, I don’t think he did. I think he’s suspicious because I was in London at the same time, but I don’t know if he’ll ever come out and accuse me of knowing something more. He did tell me that our enemies are closer than we thought, watching everything we’re doing. After I told him to keep his cool, he vanished. I got firm with him, and I’ve never gotten that callous with my father before.”
“It’s because you put him in his place. His manhood must’ve taken a hit from that,” I suggest, and everyone’s eyes lock onto mine. “What? Julio is the type of man who enjoys bossing people around, so when Santos stuck up for himself, of course, Julio’s knickers got in a twist.”
“You’re not wrong.” Santos is now chuckling, and I notice the way Lom is looking between my husband and me. I’m sure that he sees we’re bonding and forming something. Last night was so beautiful, something like I’ve seen in romantic paintings. That’s how it felt. He was patient with me and kind. We ended up having sex more than just one time. We actually had it three times, and by the third time, he was a lot different. He was picking up the pace a bit more, acting more primal. I found it attractive, and our sexual connection is further proving to me that I can see myself staying with Santos for the long run. What I mean by that is I see the possibilities are endless with him, especially after his reaction to the gunshot going off. His only concern was my well-being, and that’s the most important thing in a marriage, if you ask me.
Not only is there all this drama going on with Santos’ father and my mother, but I still have my allies hunting for Kirill’s daughter. There’s so much going on, but I’m certain in no time, everything will settle down.
“So, how do you want to handle this all?” I look to my eldest brother, knowing he’s the one who calls the shots.
“I want to know for certain who ordered the hit on you. Sure, we know what this man told us, but can we ever trust anything that comes out of someone’s mouth when they know they’re going to die whether they speak or not?” Ruslan questions, and we shake our heads. “Exactly. He could’ve been baiting us the entire time. Now, I do think there is some element of truth to it all. Though, I’m not certain how truthful he was being. Eset, the cancer bit about our mother, what’s with that?”
I lick my lips because I haven’t told my brothers about it yet. I didn’t want to bother them with such nonsense, especially because we know how our mother is. She’s a conniving liar who will do anything to get her way. “She called me up a couple of weeks ago and told me about her supposed diagnosis. She gave me some crap about how I’m her baby girl, and she needs me, but I felt deep in my gut like something else was going on. I told her what she did to me, to you guys, and to my art studio was horrible, and she gave me a bullshit excuse about her being angry. She wanted me to think about being there for her, and I said I’d think about it, but I wasn’t giving it another thought. Even if she is sick, which now none of us know, she doesn’t deserve any of us to be by her side. Not after everything she’s done to us.” I look around at my brothers, and they end up nodding, agreeing with what I’ve said.
“She’s our mother, but not one of us can trust her,” Nazyr speaks up, and he isn’t wrong.
Growing up, I felt like she cared about us in some sort of way, but now that I’m older, I don’t know if I believe it. I don’t know if she ever gave a damn about us. Sometimes, all I think we were to her was a way to continue on. If she gave Lom and Ruslan’s father two children, she’d be taken care of. She probably thought the same thing when it came to me and Nazyr.
“I’m going to have Danill get some of our men to watch her. I want to know everything she’s doing. I want to know who she’s speaking to, who’s going to her house, and where she’s going. I want to know every little detail about her day,” Ruslan adds.
“See if he can get someone to put some bugs in her house. If we can hear what she’s discussing, we might be in a better position,” Lom suggests.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll mention it to him. In the meantime, I’m going to reach out to our closest allies. I don’t want them to know about all the troubles we’re dealing with at the moment, but I do want them to know a little bit. I feel like I can trust the Mackenzies the most, maybe even the Romanians. They’d have no reason to be loyal to our mother,” Ruslan continues speaking, and everything he’s saying makes sense.
“Alejandro is on our side. Santos pledging to be his ally has changed things dramatically with how he views us. He knows that my marriage to Santos helped put the fire out with Julio’s claim to the Ramirez throne.” It’s now my turn to speak up, and I know my brothers are taking every word I have to say seriously. I’m making very valid points, and even they can’t deny it.
“I’m going to find out who exactly was behind the assassination attempt on you, Eset. The fact of the matter is that while we know about this new threat and army coming up against us, you’ve turned the tides for Julio, and you’re going to be high on his list.” Ruslan glances over to my husband.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to Eset. If my father even attempts such a thing, I’ll make the decision without even taking a second to think it over.” Santos makes his intentions very clear.
“And what decision would that be?” Nazyr asks.
“Nazyr,” Lom grits out, wanting our brother to calm down, but he’s being overprotective as usual.
“I’d kill my father, Nazyr. Is it better that I say it? Does it make it more believable to you?” Santos cocks a brow, and his tone grows more aggravated by the moment. Hell, my husband’s patience is wearing thin.
“Enough.” Ruslan’s authoritative tone rings out in the room.
“I’m going to have Danill get a team on our mother and bug her house. Lom, I want you to touch base with our allies and find out any information they might know about. Information will be the key to nipping all of these issues in the bud. Nazyr, I want you to keep an eye on Julio. Get a team secured and have them do the same thing. We have threats coming at our family from all angles, and we’re going to get out of this unscathed, but it’s going to take some thought and timing.”
“What about me?” I question Ruslan.
