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I didn’t appreciate it.
And by God, I was going to kill him if he was fucking with me.
“You always said to keep the details to myself and just figure it out,” he replied with a shrug.
I hated that snake charm.
And I hated him using my words against me.
“So, you knew I had Annabelle here and didn’t want an alliance. Did you ever stop to think that I was just fucking with Betrami?”
He nodded. “I did,” he said. “But I also know the romantic side of your parents’ story. I didn’t want to take chances. So I got with Betrami’s men and told them you were going to fuck them over. They were ready for you — and struck first.”
“And how do you plan on setting up Betrami for Francis?” I asked. “You said you were just going to make it go away.”
“This is how I make it go away!” he shot angrily as if I had just stepped on his toes. “Now, trust me to make this all go away and take care of it!” He nodded to me and turned to the door. “I just came here to tell you to stay out of my way so I can fix this mess!”
As the door closed behind him, a heavy silence settled in the room. Enzo and I exchanged wary glances, knowing that the game had just taken an unexpected turn.
The captain's visit was a stark reminder that trust was a luxury we couldn't afford in our line of work.
“That fucking bastard,” Enzo whispered.
Dimitri put his arm around my shoulders. “What the hell are we going to do next?”
I shook my head.
“If Betrami didn’t have anything to do with the attack on Annabelle, part of me wonders how much he had to do with the attack on my club,” I said. “He acted like he didn’t, and I didn’t believe him.”
“Until now?” Enzo asked.
“Until now.”
The captain’s words lingered in the back of my mind.
I felt like he was up to more than he let on.
Why would he go to these lengths?
If he was trying to make this all go away, why wouldn’t he have just told me about Annabelle from the beginning?
I locked eyes with my brother, a silent pact forming between us.
No matter what, we were going to win.
We would be the last ones standing.
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ANNABELLE
Emotions ranhigh as the argument with my father raged.
I hadn’t known where to go, and I knew I wouldn’t know until I gave him a piece of my mind.
So, I went home.
Hoping he would be there.
