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“Nobody, Mom.”
Nice! I was nobody to her and she was everything to me.
The crowd around us was too big; otherwise, I’d put my plan in motion right now. Then I’d show her exactly who I was.
Clearly, Aisling Brennan didn’t believe her daughter, because she turned to her brother, her eyes fleeting back to Dante and I. “Liam?”
“I’ll have it handled,” he assured her, his eyes narrowing on us. “Wynter, let’s go.”
Sasha Nikolaev came up behind Wynter, his pale blue eyes narrowed on the three of us. The way he towered over her and with his fucking stocky MMA build, she looked like a kid in comparison.
“Ready to hit the sheets?” Sasha purred, a darkly entertained expression on his face. My jaw clenched and my fists tightened, fighting the urge to kill the motherfucker. He wanted us to attack. Craved it, in fact. He’d get his wish soon enough.
“Nice to meet you, Emory,” Wynter said softly to my sister before turning to leave.
She walked away from me without a backward glance.
Would every fucking woman I cared for in my life walk away from me without a backward glance?
* * *
“You ready?” Dante asked, grinning with excitement.
Adrenaline sizzled under my skin but for a different reason. Dante hoped for a full-blown fight, while my goal was to kidnap the woman and have her out of this city before anyone even realized she was gone.
And if I was really lucky, I’d have my ring on her finger and knocked up before her family found us. Not exactly a dream wedding, but this called for extreme measures. Though I knew with certainty it wouldn’t take her family months to find her. More like days.
I checked my gun and shoved it back into my holster.
“You plan on knocking her up?” Dante asked, reading my mind. “So you can hold the little babies over her head to keep her with you.”
“Jesus, tell me that’s not your plan, Basilio,” Emory groaned.
“Let’s focus on getting Wynter out of their clutches,” I said as my mouth pulled into a dark smile.
“Brother, I love you,” Emory shook her head, “but you’re a crazy fucker.”
“Thanks.”
Unbeknownst to the Brennans and the Nikolaevs, and any other fucking gang, we stayed at the same hotel as Wynter. In fact, on the same floor. It cost me a small fortune, but it’d be worth it. And if fucking Sasha Nikolaev was in her room, I’d shoot him. End him for good.
“Has Priest given you the key cards?” I asked tightly.
Two confirmation nods. “The pilot is ready too,” Emory added.
I checked the surveillance of our floor; it was empty. At nearly midnight, most of the hotel was deep in sleep.
CHAPTER43
Wynter
Istared at the dark ceiling.
Bas was here. In the same city as me. I overheard Uncle talk to the Nikolaev men. Sasha wanted to move me tonight. Uncle wanted to wait until tomorrow and not alarm Mom.
Too late.
Just as I predicted, all it took was one glance at Basilio and Dante DiLustro for her to recognize them. She lost her shit and Uncle had to sedate her.Fucking sedate her. What in the fuck would happen if she knew I had fallen for one of them?
