Page 6 of Money Reigns
Santo tilts his head, looking at me like I’m some kind of joke. “Still in the middle of your little pissing contest with Maks? Pathetic.”
The urge to punch him in the face rises, but I resist.
Barely.
“Your brother still kissing his ass? So much so they gave you a bride?” I mention and I watch the way his jaw clenches.
Gotcha.
“How is that little wife of yours?Vasilisa,right?”
His eyes darken, his jaw tight. “You don’teversay her name.”
Good. Got Him.
I smirk. Wilder chuckles. Wesley keeps typing.
I leaned forward. “Would be a shame if something happened to her. Like your—”
Click.
I don’t get a chance to finish, the sound of his goons gun cocking cuts through the air.
This son of a bitch.
Wesley’s fingers freeze on the keyboard
Wilder lifts his hands in surrender, the idiot he is.
I hold my breath, my eyes on Amato, he lifts a hand to call off his goon, the tension relaxes for a fraction.
But then he’s on me before I can even blink. His hand grips my tie, spitting threats about mentioning his wife. I let him, because if I truly let go, I’d crush his larynx before his goons blinked. He doesn’t scare me. He only reminds me what kind of men this city breeds.
Monsters in suits.
But I’m the worst of them.
He shoves me back hard. My chair teeters on two legs before I regain my balance.
Then he’s gone.
But the stink of him lingers in the air, along with his parting shot:“Oh, and tell Mandy I’ll be seeing her soon.”
Smug bastard.
I slam my fist on the table.
His mention of my sister lights a fire under my ribs.
The only time we ever gave up real estate was when that prick dated her.
She was young. Naïve. Thought it was love. He used her to get property, and we gave it to him, on one condition: he leave her the hell alone.
If he reneges?
I’ll bulldoze every damn building he owns.
Wilder chuckles, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. “Well, that went about as well as expected.”
