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“Ridiculous,” Kairo grits. “You’re not qualified—”
“Here’s my offer.” Cutting off my father is my new favorite move. “You transfer me the controlling shares in Crescent in exchange for Serafina’s stake in the cartel. Nikolaj’s territory, assets, and contacts are all yours, minus anything he had carved out for Serafina’s trust. You and the family will drop any claims of an engagement with my mate. We take nothing from the Triad, and you never come after my pack again.”
“The share agreement was contingent on your obedience.” Kairo lifts his chin. “After this disrespect? Hmph.”
I smooth a translucent vein at Sol’s temple. This is the way to negotiate. “You give me Crescent or I poach every multi-million investor at Full Moon.”
Kairo pivots. “It’ll take weeks to negotiate a handover. Even if the lawyers—”
“Vinny? Is that you?” Bish trills across the lobby. “What a coincidence.”
The man who’s been standing quietly to the side joins our party carrying a fat briefcase.
As the long-time Barrington family lawyer, Vincent Sylvester doesn’t bat an eye for mafia or Bish’s theatrics. He pulls out the sheathe of contracts that Bish texted him to prepare before he contacted Kairo to arrange our meet. “I’ve sent copies to both sides. Let’s make this fast, yes? I have tee time in an hour and traffic’s a bitch.”
Kairo glares like Vinny just planted a steaming shit on the table, but his disapproval leapfrogs the lawyer, cutting for my jugular. “How can you disrespect your father this way?”
About that.
You want respect?
You have to give it first.
Sol has been milking the drugged omega act to stay silent, but with contracts on the table, she peels away from my chest. “Where do I sign?”
Vinny respectfully hands her a fountain pen while Bish lets our mate use his lap as her desk.
Not missing a beat, she signs every tab as Serafina Redfang.
Kairo phones his lawyers to stall.
Good luck.
We’ve been planning this for years. Other than the happy wrench of our unexpected mate, Vinny had contracts ready to go, and our terms are too favorable to nitpick.
“If you need more time, we can postpone. But by then, we’ll have to cement our new position at the helm of the cartel.” I let the threat linger, watching Bish stroke the arch of our mate’s foot. She curls her toes and bumps my ribs in a wordless hurry up. I offer my father a languid smile. “We can’t postpone the mating, but we’d prefer a quiet honeymoon.”
Kairo goes a few more rounds with his lackeys and lawyers.
I just have to wait for his greed to win.
It always does.
When he signs, his furious pen rips through the paper.
After he initials the last line, Kairo bolts from the lobby.
He’ll hit us back.
By then, we’ll have our mate hidden and our family protected.
“Clear the lobby,” Bishop calls. “And make sure these fine gentlemen pay for their parking.”
I lift Sol and book for the elevator, the pack surrounding us.
She peers over my shoulder, watching Kairo’s entourage slink out the front door. “They’re leaving. You can let me—”
“Cameras,” I murmur into her hair.
