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“Kill their boss, her husband."
Silas laughed, “Holy fuck.”
I walked back to my desk, one hand in my pocket and another around the glass.
“You should let them kill each other,” Silas said, causing Liam to nod his head.
And like Liam, I was inclined to agree. I hated the Banrovs. They were regarded as one of the more powerful families, only because they dabbled in anything that the devil wouldn’t. They had no morals, no values, just a whole heap of degenerates with money. The worst kind of people.
However, I didn’t need a war to ensue. Too much loss and not enough money gained. Plus, Michael was smart and levelheaded- someone’s family I wanted to prosper in case I needed them, especially if the Banrovs became a problem.
They had been rubbing the other families wrong, but they had yet to breathe my way. They knew I was no one to play with so I wasn’t worried, but it only took one ambitious, power-hungry leader to lead them astray.
“Have you met her?” Silas asked.
“Tomorrow.”
“And you’re sure that there is no other option but to marry the girl?”
I sipped the drink that was doing a good job of warming my body in the cold room.
There was a code among thieves, and it was no different for us, murderers and drug dealers. One of which deemed family untouchable.
It wasn’t in my plans to ever get married, especially not to a 21-year-old girl. I thought that I would die, by a bullet or old age, whichever came first and then everything would be passed onto my brothers.
I had no need for an heir and, essentially, a wife. Whenever I got the craving or wanted a quick release, I called my preferred escort. Easy, simple, and straight to the point with little effort to wine and dine them.
My father hated that this was my position but what could he do? I was no longer the 12-year-old boy he forced to murder a man.
Nonetheless, it looked like the old fucker would get what he wanted; me down the aisle.
Be it, that it was just a transaction, I would still be married.
Would I act like a married man? We have yet to see that.
I didn’t know the girl and I didn’t plan to either. As far as this marriage goes, she would become my wife so her ass isn’t murdered by Ilya’s son. It came with no other benefits but my protection.
“Yes.”
“God be with her,” Silas said, rubbing the cross that swung from the chain he wore causing me to sneer.
I always found it ironic how my father treasured religion and family, so much so we said grace at our tables, yet we killed, our hands stained with blood that could never be washed.
Silas alone had killed more than 50 men, and me- I lost track. There was nothing religious or saintly about our actions, but we were expected to pray and follow His scripture.
It was a joke.
The devil was merely laughing at us counting the days until we faced him for all the sins we committed.
Chapter Three
MIA
My brother was still adamant that I had to marry Elias Galdur even after his light show.
Showing him what his former suitor did to me did nothing to change his mind. He was leading me to another lion’s den with the illusion that this time it was safer.
“Please let me go, Michael. Please be my big brother for once. I can get a new ID; I know you know people that do that. I can disappear,” I pleaded, holding his hand across the table, my eyes wet with tears.
