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“Wasn't he supposed to be meeting us here,” Lorcan intercedes, cutting me a look.
“I asked him to come a little later. Thought it best we talked first, yes?”
“We don’t have time to waste,” I reply, curtly. “Get him here. Now!”
Vasko flicks his gaze behind me again, and the back of my neck prickles.
“Please, trust me. He’s on his way.”
“What do you mean by that?” Carrick asks, his voice low and menacing as he reaches for the gun tucked into the back of his trousers.
Vasko gives a small shrug and reaches for his glass of wine. "It's just a figure of speech. I meant nothing by it," he replies, lifting his glass and meeting Beast's gaze. "Shall we raise a toast?"
Beast quirks a brow in challenge. "To what?"
Vasko's lips curl into a slow, confident smile. "To making men squeal."
Milliseconds later the wineglass in Vasko's hand explodes, tiny shards of it lodging into the flesh of his palm and scattering over the rest of us.
"Coño!" he shouts, his hand covered in blood as he reaches under the table and pulls out a gun aiming it directly at my head.
"Motherfucker!" Carrick roars to my left, drawing his gun and pointing it at the traitor, Beast and Lorcan aiming their own guns at Vasko in perfect synchronicity.
“One false move and you'realldead,” Vasko growls, pressing the cold steel of his gun deeper into my temple, as my own anger flares dangerously.
"You bastard,” Lorcan spits, his fury barely contained. “You betrayed us!”
“I’m not in the business of backing a losing horse,” Vasko retorts, his eyes blazing with rage, all the hospitality from a moment ago vanished. The conniving bastard.
“A losing horse? The fuck you on about,” Beast asks, flicking his gaze my way, before searching the surrounding area behind me. I’m a sitting duck. Beast knows it too.
“He means he’s backing the Skull Brotherhood,” I reply, my voice tinged with anger.
“But you oweusa debt,” Carrick hisses, his disbelief palpable in every word.
“Let's just say that Soren offered me a more lucrative deal.”
“And Medina?” I question.
Vasko snorts. “A fabrication of course.”
"You've made a huge mistake fucking us over,” Lorcan says. “Our debt isn't something you can just walk away from. You will pay up or you will pay with your life. Now drop your fucking weapon and tell us where the Skull Brotherhood are hiding or I will blow your motherfucking brains out."
Vasko laughs. "You're in no position to threaten me. I'm the one with a gun pressed against Arden’s head."
"My men will cut you down before you can pull the trigger," I retort calmly, hoping to fuck The Masks have our backs and don’t use this as an opportunity to annihilate us once and for all.
Beside me, Carrick keeps his aim steady as Beast shifts slightly on his feet and Lorcan adjusts his aim. We all know that if things escalate then there's going to be a bloodbath, and despite wanting to riddle this man with holes, we have Cyn to think of. Right now Vasko is our only link to her whereabouts, and we need him alive. Which puts me in a very precarious position.
"Who do you think fired that bullet?" Vasko asks, a sneer pulling up his lip. "I'mnot alone." His threat is backed up by the sound of distant gunfire and men shouting.
"The Masks," Beast hisses under his breath, turning his attention towards the treeline surrounding the villa. “If those motherfuckers wind up dead, I won’t need to worry about Grim’s anger because Christy will kill me.”
"By the sound of it, your men are already dead," Vasko says with a cruel laugh, "And you will be too if you don't drop your weapons."
"Whatever deal Soren has offered you we’ll offer something better," I say, changing tactics. “Just lower your weapon and name your price.”
“The Deana-dhe might deal in debts, but the last I heard, human trafficking isn’t your thing. So unless you can supply me with a steady stream of tight, virginal cunts, I’m not interested.”
