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“So, what, he’s going to put her to work in his brothel?” I shake my head.
“Why does this bother you so much? You wanted to kill the bitch, and now you’re worried about her working in a brothel?”
It bothers me, but I don’t know why.
“You do know that was her job when she was with Angelo, right?” A voice I recognize as Kon speaks behind me.
I turn around to look at the new arrival and narrow my gaze at him.
“What are you talking about?” I demand.
“Good to see you too, nephew of mine,” he drawls. Striding confidently into the room, flanked by his security team of two. But these two looked like they could do the job of ten men.
“I’m talking about the bitch you have in your basement.”
“What about her?”
Kon looks to his brother, my father. Pointing to me, he says, “Is he being deliberately facetious?” Taking a deep breath, he faces me. Wearing a midnight blue suit with a red tie, he looks like something out of a GQ magazine, even with his mussed-up hair and dark ink covering his large hands. On me, no one would bat an eye, but because it’s Kon, his status makes him all the more dangerous.
He looks at me in disbelief, and I have the urge to wipe that look off his face with my fist.
“Let’s take this somewhere more private, where one of the women won’t walk in and hear you,” my father speaks gruffly, sending a silent warning to both me and his brother. We follow, and he slams the door shut. Taking our seats around the table, we wait for him to speak.
“Mariah Ackerman has been Angelo Bianchi’s gold star whore. He uses her for a variety of jobs, like infiltrating motorcycle clubs and getting its members to fall for her,” he explains, his eyes never leaving me as he speaks.
“Fuck you,Uncle,” I spat, snarling back at him. But he ignores me completely and continues. The news that the woman I once loved and had a child with was a whore working a game makes me ill.
“He’s even used her to infiltrate my business. She’s had her claws in one of my most trusted men, and now I had to get rid of him, which was a damn shame. I’m going to take her back with me. Get her to work in one of my brothels. She’s caused a lot of shit for me over the years, and I intend to collect on all of it fromher. So she’ll be working for me from now on. And Angelo can kiss my ass. He’s been a thorn in my side for years now.”
I see there’s no point in arguing with the man when he wants something; he gets it.
“Fine, you win,” I concede, as a slow, cocky smile lifts his lips.
Kon’s identical eyes to my father's gleam. “I always do, you should know that by now, nephew.”
“I’m realizing that,” I mutter under my breath.
Pops calls a prospect to bring the bitch upstairs. After a few minutes, the prospect is back with Mariah, she’s filthy, her blonde hair hanging in dirty strands, after being down in the basement for the last few weeks. But the defiance in her eyes is still there.
When she sees Kon, her eyes widen in surprise. “I was expecting A-Angelo,” she stammers nervously.
“Of course you were,” I drawl, shaking my head. “Angelo’s not gonna save you now.”
“What are you talking about?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly, unable to mask that she’s worried.
“You belong to me now. I’m taking you back to Dallas,” Kon tells her, her hopeless situation sinking in.
“No!” she cries.
“Would you prefer we kill you, then?” my father growls, getting to his feet, stalking toward her as she slinks inside herself. “That can be arranged.”
She stares back at my father; her face clearing of all emotion as she stands to her full height.
“What about my son?” she asks.
“What about him?” I demand. “You drugged him so that he wouldn’t be in the way while you kidnap Sera and my daughter Willow, for Angelo. You lost all rights to him.”
Her eyes go wide, and she gasps, “Her kid is yours?” She whispers,