Page 61 of Plunge into Obsession

“Who is she?” he asked.

“A soon-to-be-former waitress at Decadence.”

“So someone not born in this world, who has no skin in the game.”

“It’s not like you to talk. Catalina didn’t come to you willingly.”

Before the truth came out about Catalina’s heritage, everyone thought Catalina Agnello was the daughter of Angelo Agnello.

Angelo Agnello was an Italian mob boss who had ruled the Southern part of the U.S. for more than twenty years. He’d formed an alliance with Luis when the bastard took over the cartel by fucking stabbing me in the back and leaving me in the desert in New Mexico to die.

Agnello was the one man responsible for Damien and Mikhail’s tragic past, and Nikolay’s children went missing for a little over six years, until we got the tip that the children were living at a strip club in Texas with their mom.

The piece of shit Agnello was dead now, and Nikolay got his twin boys back, but before all this, Catalina had been nothing more than a pawn in the game.

The three men stole her to start a war with Agnello, and I didn’t know what they had planned on doing with her, but falling in love and sharing her wasn’t it.

“Catalina’s different,” Mikhail said. “She was born into this world.”

“Still an innocent. Same as Bianca.”

He shook his head. “Are you really using what we did as justification to take Bianca?”

My fists clenched and unclenched.

No, there was no justifying my actions or what I was going to do. All I knew was I’d tried to stay away from Bianca. It didn’t fucking work.

“Look, I don’t know what your relationship with her is like. I just want to make sure you’re willing to deal with the consequences of taking what you shouldn’t,” Mikhail said quietly.

I nodded. “It’s different with her.”

I didn’t know why that was, or why I was feeling so selfish when it came to her, but I couldn’t let her go.

And I would make sure she’d want for nothing.

I would cover her in a dark layer of my protection. I would keep her safe and spoil her, and in return, she would give me her loyalty, her love, and an heir. And she would do all that by staying right by my side.

It was the only way it had to be.

“I can understand that.” Mikhail gestured toward him and Nikolay. “Wecan understand that. And I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Yeah,” Nikolay chimed in. “It’s about time you take your eyes off Catalina. I was this fucking close to gouging them out from you.”

I rolled my eyes at that.

Any bastard with a fucking dick who wasn’t Mikhail, Damien, and him that got near Catalina would bring out all his possessive instincts.

Mikhail pushed Nikolay playfully. “Are we done here? Can we get home to Catalina now?”

I nodded, finished off half the bottle of beer, and stood. The men stood with me, and we walked out of the club.

The whole reason for this trip was to work out the finer details of the drug transport as we moved it out of Mexico, down to South America, and up to the U.S., and possibly crossing the Canadian border.

But shit kept being added to the list, and before I fucking knew it, three weeks had passed since I’d left New Mexico — left Bianca sleeping in my bed, where she should be from now fucking on.

I could go home to her tonight.

I led us out of the club and into the side alleyway, where Kirill, their guard, stood by the car. He straightened when he saw us, and we got into the spacious black car pretty quickly.

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