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There will be nothing else—not for me anyway.
Dutch stops, keeping his gasp on my arm tight. Lifting my head, I look up to see a man standing just a few feet away from me. He’s got his dark gaze focused on me and only me. Dutch clears his throat, and only then does he shift his attention to him, though judging by the way he twitches slightly, this bothers him.
“And I’ll have your protection?” Dutch asks. “Once I hand her to you, that is as good as a contract.”
It’s my turn to wince mainly because that is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard in my life. You never hand over your asset with absolutely nothing in place. Even if it is a contract, at the end of the day, it doesn’t mean a goddamn thing to anyone other than you and the person you’re making the deal with.
“You have protection,” the man purrs.
His voice is smooth, too smooth. His eyes are far too focused, and his lips curve up into a grin as if he’s waiting for my stupid brother to agree, wearing his cat-ate-the-canary smile.
“Here,” Dutch grunts, pushing me toward him.
He doesn’t catch me. Instead, he lifts his hand and pulls the trigger of the gun that’s in his hand, twice, hitting my brother in the chest and head. I watch as the idiot falls to the ground almost instantaneously.
I don’t scream. I don’t feel anything except relief that he’s finally gone. No more looking over my shoulder, no more surprise attacks. Although, will there be any anyway? When I’m taken by this man, Dutch would have been coming to get me anyway.
“Come on. We have some work to do,” he announces.
He turns his back and walks toward the helicopter. I hesitate to follow him, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in me and my body. There is something bigger happening here, and I am far too curious to just turn and try to run.
So, I do something stupid. I follow him to his helicopter and climb inside. The machine starts, and we slowly take flight.
ITCH
Raul stands in front of the bitch, his eyes focused on her, his expression one of fury. He turns toward Legacy, ignoring everyone else around, his attention on Legacy and just Legacy.
When he turns fully, he jerks his chin toward him, and the two share a moment before they walk to the corner of the room.
I don’t think they should be talking secretly at all, but they have a special bond after being in prison together, plus Legacy is our president, so it’s not like I can demand anything of him at all.
They murmur, their voices not loud enough to understand a single word, but it’s enough for Tempt to look sacred out of her fucking mind. Which causes me to smirk. Shifting my attention from Tempt to the men in the corner, I refuse to look away, my eyes focused on them.
Slowly, Raul turns to look at me. He frowns, then shakes his head once. “Fine. Dutch is getting called on the carpet. I agree. This is enough. Blood or not, this cannot happen.”
“Good,” I say.
He dips his chin, then shifts his attention back to Legacy. “I do this, and we’re square? We’re back on track?”
Legacy flicks his attention to me, then clears his throat before he turns back to Raul. “We’re going legit,” he states. “We’re growing, families and shit. Time’s come.”
Raul takes a step backward, as if the news is a blow to him, physically. “Legit?”
Legacy nods his head. Tempt is trembling on the table, scared to fucking death, as she should be because she will not come out of this alive. She just isn’t dead yet. Watching her, I wonder what it’s like to be so fucking desperate for something, so desperate that you’re willing to attempt to ruin someone’s life, fuck someone else, have his baby, live a whole life just to make the person you actually want to be with happy.
Because it’s clear that she truly does want to be with Dutch.
This is all for him. I don’t know what she thinks Dutch was going to give her, but it’s a whole lot of nothing. Not then and definitely not now. Because Dutch won’t make it out of here alive, either.
Raul sucks in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. “Then legit you will go.”
“And Piper?” I ask.
“An agreement is an agreement. She’s yours. Your property.”
Shaking my head, I rock back on my heels. “My wife,” I say. “Free in her own right. She holds a job. She can do as she pleases. My bride.”
“That’s all on you,” Raul says on a chuckle. “You want to give her that, then that’s your prerogative.”
