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“He’s not wrong, Grim.” Dad poured himself a drink. “If you don’t deal with this right, it’ll consume you.”
“Who says it hasn’t?” I grunted and pulled my head back on track. “So, we can’t trust Knox or Calli right now.”
“No, we can’t,” he agreed, “so we’ll pull her in and keep her close.” His phone rang, and he cursed. “I have to go.”
Mom and I sat in silence. I knew this was hard on her, and I wasn’t making it any easier, but shit, I could have eliminated one of our enemies tonight if she hadn’t come in. Sonny was trouble and clearly knew more than any of us realized.
“Please,” she rubbed her face, “don’t do anything else unless we know about it first. We’ve been waiting this out far too long to have Cameron think we know anything.”
“Yeah.”
She dropped her hands heavily on the table. “Seriously, Grim.”
“I understand, and you’re right.” I nodded. She was right; I’d let myself slip, and I needed to be careful.
“One last thing.” I tapped a finger on the table. “It might be wise if you were the one to ask Kenna to join us tonight.”
“Why? Are you two fighting again?” She leaned back with an exasperated sigh.
“Because she knows I was headed to kill her father, and she’s, ahh, handcuffed to my bed right now.”
“Grimson Gates,” her mouth dropped open as I quickly slipped out the door, “you better be joking!” Her voice followed me.
My head was in pure chaos when I left the office. When I stepped onto my suite, Zhar immediately sat up, then got to his feet as he sensed my mood and followed me toward the bedroom. I listened outside the door, but it was quiet. I pushed it open and saw Kenna curled into a ball, her head against the headboard with Leal curled up next to her. He lifted his headto look at me and gave a low growl as I moved farther into the room. Apparently, he had an opinion on the situation.He looked at Kenna then stared at me.
I eased onto the bed next to her then slowly reached over her head to unlock the cuff. I could spot a hit a mile away, but she caught me totally off guard when she swiped out her hand and something sliced across my collarbone. I snagged her hand and squeezed her wrist to make her release the knife.
“You missed,” I growled and snatched the knife up and shoved it back in her hand. I yanked her arm up and held her hand with the knife tightly in mine and pointed the tip of the blade to my throat. “Go big or be killed,” I tempted her. I waited for her to apply the necessary pressure, but instead, she stiffened.
“Let go of me!” She pulled her arm away, sending the knife to the bed. I tried to grab her wrist again, but she was extra feisty. Instead, I grabbed her legs and tried to hold her down. “Why are you such a bastard?” She was like a wild animal, and I found myself turned on by her temper.
“I never claimed to be anything else.” I flipped her onto her stomach, careful not to hurt her arm too much, but the little devil was ready and bucked upward. I snagged her ankle and slid her back across the mattress to a better position. I pushed her down with my arm, and her wild breathing made her sexy chest strain against her lacy bra. “Are you quite finished?” I kind of hoped she wasn’t because I really was a sick bastard.
I saw the anger fade from her puffy eyes as she took in my battered and bloody knuckles. She dropped defeated against the mattress, and I watched her fall apart.
“Did you?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I grabbed the knife and tossed it on the bedside table, making Leal jump. “I couldn’t find him,” I admitted, and her chest fell asshe let out the air she held with a relieved sob. I wasn’t sure why she was relieved; after all, it was only a matter of time.
I leaned over her to unlock the cuff, and her gaze followed mine. She leaned back as I leaned in. Her bra strained against my dress shirt, and I took in her beauty. She was a gorgeous woman, and it crossed my mind I should just keep her locked up here.
“Grim, please don’t do this. Please. “Don’t forget, he’s my father.”
Rage rushed to the surface, and I felt my walls shoot back up.
“So, it’s okay that he killed my brother? It’s okay that it was meant for me?” I seethed as I let her arm drop.
“No, but?—”
“Would you be so forgiving if he’d killed me?” I interrupted.
She pushed me back and sat upright. “No! I’m just saying there was a different way to handle the situation.” She rubbed her raw wrist then jumped up and grabbed her dress off the floor. “And it’s a lot to process, but you don’t have to kill him. There are ways to deal with these things,” she shouted.
“Listen, sweetheart,” I grabbed her arm and made her look at me, “when you live in my world, it’s my way. You come at me, I come at you. He knows that.”
“Who are you to live above the law!”
“There is no law in my world. It’s live or die. Your father killed my brother and tried to kill me. He failed. He knows retaliation is coming.”
