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“Get the fuck away, man. This is my sister,” Cade demands, and two gangsters step up behind him in support.
“My God.” Isabelle gasps dramatically.
“Izzy, shut it,” Sienna growls.
“Cade, please don’t make a scene. I’m with my friends, having a drink, and I’m not going anywhere.” I lean closer to George and glance at the two goons behind my brother.
I’m suddenly grateful Connor insisted on the big guy, even if I don’t believe my brother would hurt me. Or force me. Although, I’m starting to wonder, as I watch anger fill his eyes.
“Did Papa put you up to this?” I snap.
George pulls out his phone and lifts it to his ear.
Cade ignores me, and his eyes drift over the scene. My friends, the champagne, my outfit I wore at the press conference. “This engagement is bullshit. You need to come home right now. You have responsibilities, Mia.”
George steps in between us and holds up his palm.
“Ms. Mancini is leaving.”
I am?
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” Cade asks, shoving at George’s shoulder.
So much happens in the next ten seconds.
George spins and grips my brother’s neck, growling at him to move away. Cade’s men pull out their guns and cock them, pointing at George’s forehead. Isabelle squeals. Stools screech along the floor.
“Fuck,” Sienna curses under her breath.
“Jesus Christ,” Duncan says, sliding off his chair and tugging Isabelle with him.
“Cade, stop it!” I cry, as two new men in black suits descend upon us with guns raised, pointing at the two gangsters.
Connor’s security.
“Drop your weapons,” one of the men says with complete and deadly calm and no question that he will act if they don’t obey.
I know. I’ve seen men in action all my life.
Cade glares at me.
George’s hand is still locked around his neck.
“Bad move, sister of mine. Tell them to step aside and come with me.”
Fuck.
“Ms. Mancini, please come with me,” one of the security men says, reaching out his hand.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This is bad.
When my father hears Connor’s men have pulled weapons on his people, including my brother, he’ll be furious.
But the more I think about it, I just can’t see my father sending Cade to retrieve me like this. He knows we are coming to dinner in a few days.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, Cade. Tell them to drop the weapons before the police turn up,” I say angrily, then lean in and whisper so only those closest to us can hear. “I’m engaged. I’m not yours to boss around or sell to the highest bidder anymore. Leave before this gets messy. There are dozens of reporters outside. Joe won’t like that, and you know it.”
