Page 39 of Savage Hearts

Next to him was the head of the Cadorna Famiglia, a smaller organization that took up Arizona territory, expanding out as far as they could go without touching Las Vegas. Nevada used to belong to our uncle before we took over most of the territory.

It was hard to believe our uncle had been able to hold onto power for as long as he had. Fortunately, we were able to take control, something dear old Uncle Fionn hated us for. But he didn’t have enough men to take us on directly, so now he remains compliant in working with us despite the undercurrent resentment inside of him. We had been keeping an eye out on him. Things would be much easier once the old bastard kickedthe bucket and our cousin Finley, Uncle Fionn’s only kid, took over. As of now, Nevada served as a part of Tiernan territory, something that I knew would only expand in the next thirty years.

For now, we had to deal with the Cadorna Famiglia. They were the passageway for us to transfer the goods out to the west and to a shipping port located in California. Stocken Isle was a crucial point for overseas dealings, and we wanted that.

We hadn’t found out who owned the port, but we would soon, and we would make them an offer they couldn’t refuse.

I almost smiled at the thought.

My attention moved back to the head of the Cadorna family.

Though Killian had suggested killing the man and taking that territory for ourselves, I wasn’t usually one to act recklessly. But now, taking in the beady little eyes of Vincent Cadorna, I wondered if Killian might have a point.

And next to the man was his enforcer, Giovanni DeMarco.

Already, I was tired of this meeting, and it hadn’t even started yet. We had been busy, and it had been almost two days since I took Mila out and spoiled her. Though I learned my definition of spoiling her differed from hers, considering how she had acted the entire time.

I hadn’t seen her since, hadn’t checked to see how her sweet little pussy was healing, and how badly I missed it already.

None of my brothers had spent more than two hours at home, and I wondered if my little monster was feeling neglected.

Knowing her, she was probably enjoying her time alone.

I smiled a little before shaking away all thoughts of Mila and focusing on the business at hand.

We took our seats and Cian, the owner, came out with a bottle of red wine.

He served us first.

We waited until he retreated to the kitchen before I spoke.

“It’s nice to finally put faces to the men who helped Daniel Hayes run his narcotics ring for so long,” I said.

Vincent narrowed his dark eyes on me, bringing one fat hand up to scratch his already balding head.

“So it’s true, then. Daniel is dead. And you’re responsible.”

I offered a small half-smile. “Do you really think Daniel is dead? Do you think the debt the MC owed, plus his own stupidity to run this thing, finally caught up to him? He could have just run away.”

Vincent grinned nastily. “And leave his child behind for the Savages? I heard the girl is quite a looker. And a hot commodity these days, since there are men looking for her, are they not? Does the girl have some sort of golden pussy?”

Silas tensed beside me at the mention of Mila. If Vincent knew we had her, then he had someone watching us coming and going at the house. Unluckily for the fucking spy, he was going to die soon, and his head would make a nice gift for Vincent. I would make sure of it.

“Perhaps she hated her father and went looking for someone better,” I said.

Vincent laughed. “Yeah? You think I was born yesterday? How’s the girl’s pussy? Have you sampled her yet? I wouldn’t mind taking her off your hands if she becomes too much trouble. I’m pretty good at breaking them.”

The image of this bastard’s dirty hands touching Mila turned my mind into a red, murderous haze. I was getting as possessive of the girl as Silas.

I shook my head. “You really think I would just give up my property to the likes of you? What’s mine will stay mine. You should remember that.”

Vincent obviously didn’t like the threats. His ugly mug took on a deep shade of red, and Giovanni stood up.

“I think you asked us out here to do business. Might I suggest you keep that in mind and show us some respect?”

I slowly took a sip of my wine.

Such perfectly good wine, wasted.

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