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“I’m going to meet him in a few days. I’ll tell him if he doesn’t want to end up strangled in his sleep, he won’t go along with this wedding.”
“Chiara, he’s a mob boss. A bit of tact would be helpful.”
“I’m not afraid of him.”
I wish I was that confident.
I tip the glass of whiskey into my mouth, and Cato’s dark stare finds mine.
“Cameron’s acting strange.”
I nod, tapping my finger over the rim of the empty glass. Secrets between the three of us are unheard of.
He drags a hand through his hair. “You’re not worried?”
I am, but one of us has to keep a cool head. “If we begin to distrust each other, then we might as well piss all over our oath.”
My eyes land on his arm, where a tattoo sits beneath his black shirt. All three of us got the identical ink when we were nineteen, when we created a syndicate to rule over the underground world.
Cameron’s car roars outside the building of our compound. When the sound dies, I give Cato a warning glance. He has the tendency to shoot first and ask questions later. But I owe my oldest best friend the chance to explain his secretive behavior.
Cameron steps inside the office, breathing hard under his suit jacket. Every time we meet lately, his eyes brew with worry and anger—not a good combination. In our world, it’s the definition of trouble.
Cato shoots him a glare. “Fuck this. He has to tell us.”
“Or what?” Cameron jerks a greeting, going straight for the whiskey bottle set in the middle of the table. Uncapping it, he takes a big slug.
“I’ll make you.”
Cameron waves Cato off. “He brought my sister back,” he snarls, his words detonating.
Everything stills, even the blood in my veins. This is not good. Not fucking good at all.
I tap my lower lip. “He didn’t say why now?”
I haven’t worked relentlessly in the last several years to fuck that man over, for him to upend that.
“No.”
“We can’t let her return risk what we’ve worked for,” I say, while my heart twitches at the reminder of a little sunshine girl. I squish the inconsequential twitch. She must be nineteen now. Not a little girl at all anymore.
I run a hand through my hair. Fuck, I hate surprises. Aurora coming back is the biggest surprise.
“What do you know?” My voice is harsher than I intended, and he raises his eyebrow at me.
“He has a dinner party planned for Friday.”
“How the fuck don’t you know more about it?”
“Kieran.” His voice drops eerily low.
A warning. But I don’t give a fuck. Every one of us has a clear task. If he fails, we all fail.
We sit around a triangle shaped table. We chose a triangle to represent our unity. And in all these years, we have never been at odds. Not once.
“We’ll be there,” I say, leaning back in my chair.
“He only invited a few of his friends and acquaintances.”
