Page 133 of Bride By Coronation

Sean and Fiona exchange guilty looks.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Bridget barks.

Sean pins his gaze on me, stating, "We only have a small window of time if you want to bring him in alive."

The hairs on my arms rise. I tug my bride to my side and assert, "Ivan will take you home. As soon as we're done, I'll meet you there."

"Like hell you will," Dante threatens.

"She's my wife, and she's going to our home," I snarl, fed up with this conversation and knowing how important it is to go with Sean.

Bridget prods, "What are you involved in, Sean?"

He clenches his jaw, turns toward her, and answers, "I can't discuss this, Mom. But I need to go with Kirill."

Her lips tremble. More tears well, and she flicks her gaze between him and Fiona.

"You're coming with us," Dante claims again.

I step closer, pushing Fiona back. "She needs security. Her safety is of the utmost importance. She's going home where I can ensure her safety."

Dante's scowl deepens. "The only person she needs protecting from is you."

"Enough! Fiona has threats against her life. Kirill is right. She needs security," Sean informs.

Bridget gasps. "Who is threatening her?"

"It doesn't matter. She needs Kirill's security," Sean insists.

"If Fiona is in danger, my men will keep her safe," Dante declares with worry in his voice.

I scoff. "You have major holes in your security."

Dante points and barks, "You have a lot of nerve?—"

"It's true!" Sean exclaims.

Dante's eyes widen.

Bridget grabs his arm.

"Explain yourself," Dante orders.

I lock eyes with him and state, "We don't have time for this. Threats need to be eliminated. You are not a naive man. You know that windows of time disappear if not acted upon."

His gaze darkens.

I add, "When we've taken out the threat, I will sit down with you and show you the security holes."

"Fiona," Bridget says in an emotional tone. Tears stream down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Fiona softly offers, swiping her face.

It slices at my heart. I turn toward her. "Do you wish to go with your mom? I can have my men secure their penthouse."

More tears fall. She nods. "Please."

I address Dante. "You must agree my men are in charge. Your security can assist, but I cannot let Fiona go unless you assure your men will follow their directions."

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