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Bash’s phone goes off, but I barely register the conversation.
“You’re going to tell us everything, or I’m going to kill you so slowly you’ll be begging me for death,” Dominic threatens.
“Nico,” Bash barks.
“What!” I yell back, but before he can answer, Enzo is back at the door, sharing a look with Bash.
“What is it, Enzo?” I ask.
“You’re going to want to hear this.”
“What’s going on?” I look at my brothers.
“While you were letting out your rage, a visitor stopped by,” Bash replies, putting his phone back in his pocket.
“Who is it?”
“Come in.” Enzo nods for the figure to enter.
I know who it is before he even opens his mouth. He’s the exact replica of number one on my most wanted list. That would make this fucker my number two. Dressed in a charcoal tailored suit, he confidently strolls toward me.
“Close enough,” Dominic snarls through gritted teeth.
The man spares Dominic a glance before looking at my father-in-law.
“Cesare, it is an honor. Sebastiano. Pleasure,” he says as he dips his head before looking at me. “You must be Nico. My name is Xander Goh. I wish we could’ve met in better circumstances,” he says, folding his hands casually in front of him.
Bash narrows his eyes. “You’ve got some nerve.”
Losing all my patience, I grab my gun off the table and point it at his head.
“Give me one good reason not to shoot you on the spot.”
He doesn’t even flinch but looks straight down the barrel.
“I can help you get your wife back.”
ANYA
Gazing out the window, I attempt to figure out Caishen has taken me. The room I’m in is actually nice—luxurious, even. A little tacky for my taste with the vibrant golds, along with the gaudy pattern of the bedding and wallpaper clash. But there’s a king-sized bed and an ensuite bathroom, which I’m grateful for. Caishen could’ve stuck me in a basement or some dungeon. He strikes me as a man who would have a dungeon.
The house is lovely as well—or what I’ve seen of it. Not quite a mansion. Large but inconspicuous enough to not raise questions. It’s like déjà vu when I was hiding with the Delucci’s while we searched for my uncle.
Only, this time, the groom is different.
We’re still at least in North America, I’ve deduced. The helicopter ride was only a few hours. Maybe four before it likely would’ve run out of fuel, not that I would know. It’s late spring, but there’s still snow on the ground. I have an inkling that we might be in Canada.
There’s a knock at the door, and as I turn my head to see who my visitor might be, a petite woman walks in with a gold silk ball gown. She says something that I don’t understand. She’sspeaking Hokkien, a dialect mostly spoken in Southeast China and nearby territories.
She smiles kindly and bows before placing the dress on the bed. Then she makes an eating gesture with her hands. I’m assuming I’m supposed to wear this to dinner. I give her a tight smile, letting her know I understand before turning back to the window.
Grayson. Crap. I really don’t want to believe this. He really had me fooled.
There’s another knock at the door, but they don’t wait for me to say anything before entering. It’s Caishen himself, looking smug with a folder tucked under his arm.
“What do you think of your room?” he asks, beaming, as if I’m some valuable house guest.
“Fishing for compliments?” I raise a brow.
