Page 109 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

“We’ll be there.”

My mind swirls at this information, putting all the puzzle pieces together.

So that’s the event we have to go to? I’ve heard of it, of course. They’ve planned the celebration for the last year. All the elite are planning to attend the patriarch’s birthday. Despite having given the business reins to his son a long time ago, he still designs their jewelry pieces along with Florian. Even my father got an invitation, because he created one of the sculptures in their mansion, but he declined it. Which wasn’t received well.

The Prices don’t just want the best; they demand it. And if they send you an invitation, you have to go.

Otherwise, they blacklist you from everywhere. That’s how much power this dynasty has.

“Amalia will be there to sign over the shares to you.” He chuckles. “I think she almost gave the lawyer a heart attack when she barged into his office and demanded access to her inheritance.”

What?

And could she even do that on such short notice?

Although that’s once again a stupid question. These assholes can make anything happen when they want it.

A muscle twitches in Remi’s jaw, and he nods at his friend. “Very well. The contract?”

“Santiago will be there.” I guess he alludes to the fact that the Cortez man has a corporate law degree. “Once the contract has your signature, the deal will be done, and you will officially own the fifteen percent.” Florian waves the bottle from side to side. “After all this time, you’ll finally get them.” He lifts the bottle high in the air. “Well done, brother.”

“Whatever we want…”

“We get,” Florian says and drops the envelope on the table. “Since my job as the messenger is over, I’m going to go.”

My head buzzes with all this, while confusion clouds my mind. Remi stalked Amalia for her shares?

For money?

Doesn’t he have enough of it? And were those shares really worth the war he was ready to launch on Lachlan and his men?

“Don’t be late, Remi. I swear that Satan will make a whole show out of it.” I blink several times at how he refers to his grandfather. And then he taps on my nose as he passes me.

My husband shoves him to the side for this, and the maniac laughs. He dips his hand into his suit pocket and takes out a small velvet box with the Price family name on it. “Almost forgot to give you this.” He throws it to his friend, who catches it easily. “Designed it myself a few years back and just added the final touches today.”

Is this some kind of jewelry?

“Adios, mi amor.” He blows Remi a kiss, who flips him off. “Penelope, stay away from Satan tonight. Otherwise, the old man will try to feel you up before you can even blink.” With this, he gets on the elevator again and disappears as swiftly as he came.

“Feel me up?”

“Grandpa Carton loves to hug beautiful women.” Amusement laces his tone at this. “Don’t worry. He’s harmless. And he won’t lay a finger on you.” Something flashes in his gaze. “He knows better than that.”

My insides feel so raw after our earlier encounter I desperately need to talk to ease the energy still crashing against us. “So this event tonight—”

“Come here.”

Too afraid to get closer to him after what just happened before Florian showed up, I swallow hard and take a step toward the bedroom. “I don’t think—”

“Come here,” he repeats, and sighing in resignation at the steel in his tone, I do as he says, and he grabs my hand, an instant jolt of electricity zapping through me.

My passion that seems to know only one master truly is a curse no one can break.

He flips the box open, and I gasp in awe at the gorgeous emerald-cut diamond halo ring with a platinum band. The diamond is so crystal-clear it reflects the sunlight streaming through the window, and it casts blinding squares on us. Smaller diamonds surround the bigger one, creating a rather fine piece of art.

Remi takes it out and throws the box on the couch before lifting my hand up and slipping it on my finger, right against our wedding band, and it’s the perfect size. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper, rubbing my thumb over it and marveling at how pleasant it is to the touch.

“Whatever Florian designs is destined to charm women.” He gives me a crooked smile when our gazes connect, and he kisses the ring, my heart flipping inside me at the action. “Now no one will ever have doubts who you belong to.” Another kiss. “Your body and soul are mine, and any man thinking otherwise would meet nothing but death.”

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