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He continues. “Your marriage to Jordin Maloti will go ahead, and you will do your goddamn job and dig that snake bastard Rossi out from his hiding hole and slit his throat. The same goes for this witness. Bring me the news as soon as it’s done. In the meantime, I’ve spoken with Kelly and instructed her to continue the wedding plans. There will be a family engagement dinner with the Maloti family, and you will be there as the man of the house in my absence and will behave as such. Do not fuck this up. Making more enemies would not be in your best interest.”
Chapter Fourteen
Igripthewheelso hard it hurts. Four days was all it took for this prick Mica to show his face after his so-called friend sang like a fucking Canary and gave up his hiding place. People tend to do that when a blade is on their throats.
“Want some?” Caleb offers, shoving a bag of chips in my face. “I’m stuffed.”
I never could eat before a kill. Declining, I push the bag away. “Na, man. I’m good.”
I flash him a disgusted look when he sucks the remnants off his fingers and then sets the bag on the back seat.
“Really?” I grit out annoyance when he stinks up the car with a loud cheese-breath burp.
He shrugs, reaching for his drink. “Better out than in.”
Together, we waited, staking out Mario’s club for Mica to leave. Still, my patience is wavering, half tempted to walk in all guns blazing. Lucky for him, spraying innocent people with bullets is not our style. Something he didn’t think twice about when he helped murder twelve innocent people the night of the party. Well, most of them were innocent anyway. The others were the lowest of the low that many were only too glad to be rid of. They’d sell their own grandmothers if they thought they’d make a profit.
The image of my girl lying passed out on the gravel flashes before my eyes. My jaw clenched so hard I could split my teeth down to the root.
Slowly. I’m going to kill him very fucking slowly. Stripping away one body part at a time until there’s nothing left.
We sit and wait. The silence is almost deafening.
I take a sip of the coffee Caleb bought us at a nearby convenience store and immediately want to spit it out. It tastes like shit.
“We need to talk about Jordin,” I say, setting the cup back into the cup holder in the center console.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” he replies dryly, eyes fixed on the club’s doors.
“I think there is.”
“Spit it fucking out then and say what it is you want to say,” he growls.
“I don’t want to fight with you about this.”
“About what? The fact that you’re still marrying my girl.”
“Yeah, that.”
“Well, excuse me if I don’t want to talk about the fact that my best friend, my brother, is marrying the woman I love. Maybe I should return the favor and marry Lexy. Then ask you how you feel,” he snaps.
“There won’t be a wedding,” I reply, determined that the marriage won’t be going ahead.
He angles his body toward mine, his face becoming angrier by the second.
“Who the fuck are you trying to kid…huh? He threatened Lexy! Do you really think they’ll just end this because you said so? Grow up, brother. Look at what Eric did with Jackson and Ebony. For fucks sake, Saint. Open your eyes. This isn’t going away.”
The memory of Jackson arguing with my dad comes to the forefront of my mind, remembering the day he told our parents about Ebony. My dad went batshit crazy and locked him in one of the bunker rooms for three weeks with the hope that some solitude and mild torture would make him change his mind. When that didn’t work, Ebony disappeared. She wasn’t seen again. Jackson knew what he had done. We all did.
“I don’t know how yet, but there’s bound to be a way out of this.”
“There isn’t.”
“Even if it comes to that, the whole marriage thing. It doesn’t mean things have to change. A piece of paper isn’t going to stop me from being with Lexy. Nor should it stop you from being with Jordin either.”
“Really? You think Eric would be okay with finding out I’m balls deep in his son’s wife every night?” He shakes his head before continuing. “It’s one thing for made men to sleep around, but to do it with another made man’s wife… that’s suicide.”
“Not if we do it right,” I remind him.
