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“Only he enters,” Kieran, with dark hair and green eyes, orders.
“I doubt he’ll come in here without a guard,” Riordan, same dark hair but with blue eyes, adds.
Wow. One brother is more handsome than the other.
“Why? We’re not trying to kill him,” Eoghan spits out. “No guard.”
“I’ll go get him.” Lachlan struts out like all this is no big deal.
No one tries to stop him, or even blinks.
My God, never mind, that man is breathtaking, too, but he’s a walking death sentence.
“Balor, you there?” Riordan says into a microphone clipped to his shirt.
As soon as we entered the room, Shane passed out mics and earphones to everyone.
“Aye,” their hacker answers from an undisclosed location.
This has Designated Survivor written all over it.
Shane and Griffin, along with their other brother, Connor Quinlan, and Taryn, stand guard. Two outside this office from the courtyard, two in the hallway to the rest of the daunting mansion.
I sit on a chair in the corner with Eoghan standing next to me.
We’ve had a chance to change our clothes and even had something to eat, so we don’t pass out from low blood sugar.
“Who’s Borgia, by the way?” Riordan asks to kill the silence. “If the don and underboss are Scava?”
“Borgia is a name passed down through several generations,” I answer, when no one else does. “Thirty years ago, there were only women heirs. Angelo Scava married the last surviving Borgia daughter and became Don. They had two sons. Nico and Lazaro. It’s such a powerful name, they keep it. For legal reasons, too. Plenty of their holdings are in that name. We’ve only had pre-trial hearings in my case against them. They’ve never shown up in court. I’d never met Lazaro, until today.”
Lachlan steps back into the room followed by Nico Scava, who at five-eleven, is dwarfed by the O’Rourke’s skyscraper of an enforcer.
Everything inside me fights to take control of this. This is clearly a negotiation. That’s my specialty.
Nico Scava is dressed all in black, slacks, button-down shirt, and a slim fitting jacket. He’s got dark hair, slicked back and olive skin. Lord, he’s handsome. Maybe his dead brother was, too, but I’d only been repulsed by Lazaro for attempting to rape me.
“Buongiorno,” Nico says in an intriguing Italian accent.
“It’s two p.m.,” Kieran corrects him, and I recognize the tactic to get the upper hand.
“Forgive me, I’m still on Las Vegas time.” He removes gold-rimmed shades and with eyes widened, he scans the room, as if he wasn’t expecting so many people.
His demeanor remains calm, though. It’s more of a surprise, than fear.
While he has several cars parked outside the gate, Nico agreed to enter the O’Rourke lion cage alone.
Brave.
And smart.
He’s here to negotiate.
For me. For my head. Eoghan will never allow that. I can only imagine what he’s prepared to give up or agree to in lieu of handing me over.
CHAPTER NINETY
Eoghan
