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I laugh as he gives me a strong slap on the shoulder and heads up the stairs.
Which leaves Castle.
Eilish’s blond, built-like-a-fucking-Viking former bodyguard comes to a glowering stop right in front of me. The only reason this man’s obsessive, compulsive need to protect Eilish and be up my ass about her hasn’t pushed me into fury is because it’s quite clear the love he has for her is brotherly, and nothing romantic.
But still. He needs to stop getting in my fucking face.
“Are we going to have a problem?”
“No, but only because Eilish went out of her way to convince me that you had nothing to do with the Banshee bombing, or Theo Petrakis getting lit on fire.”
“Because Ididn’t,” I growl in a warning tone. “And I’m getting more than a little tired of your veiled insinuations that I did.”
He glares at me. “Don’t think for a minute that I don’t see something fucky with the way you and Eilish connected.”
I glare right back. “So long asyoudon’t think for a second thatIdon’t notice the way you and Calliope Drakos have been doing everything in your power not to even look at each other since you stepped out of the Range Rovers.”
Castle’s jaw clenches tightly. “You have a vivid imagination,” he mutters quietly.
I smile. “I’m sure that’s all it is. But how about we keep our respective suspicions to ourselves for this trip and just have a good time.”
Castle jabs a finger against my chest. “I want you to understand the ways I will hurt you if you fuck with Eilish in any—”
“I found the men who jumped her.”
He pulls back and arches a brow. “You did?”
I nod. “I took care of them. It was very slow, andextremelypainful.”
He eyes me. Very slowly, his mouth relaxes. When I put my hand out, he takes it firmly.
“Enjoy the flight, Castle.”
Finally, after I’ve gone through greeting them all, it’s Eilish’s turn to stroll over from where she’s been leaning against one of the cars, an amused look on her face.
“That looked rough.”
I smirk, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against me. “Beyond brutal. But I’ll live.”
She bites her lip, turning to look up at the massive plane. “The plane, the tickets to the gala…” she turns back to arch a brow at me. “And Neve tells me you took care of the hotel rooms for everyone?”
I nod. She slowly shakes her head.
“This is…wow. I mean we’ve got a private jet. But holyshit—”
“You know millions,solnishka,” I growl, relishing her little gasp when I pull her even tighter to me and drop my lips to her ear. “Let me show youbillions.”
* * *
I won’t lie:I’m gunning to impress. And if the full bar and dance club on the plane itself somehow didn’t quite do it for anyone on the flight over to France, the fleet of Mercedes G-Wagons waiting to take everyone shopping before going to their hotels finishes the job.
I smile at the way Eilish and her friends go nuts when we arrive at some of Paris’ most exclusive boutiques to find the perfect gowns for the gala. Kratos, still flushed from getting a little too deep into the whiskey on the flight over, gives me a firm clap on the back and a nod when his grandmother steps out of her dressing room looking like a Greek Dame Judi Dench on a red carpet.
“Hey, Tsarenko?”
I glance over to where Ares and Hades are sitting in the lounge of the boutique in the tailored tuxes I just bought them—cigars and drinks in hand.
“I know I’m being bought,” Ares smirks. “But I’m not mad about it.”
