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“How exactly do you plan to get Marcus released?” he asks hesitantly.
“A copy of the recordings has already been placed in the hands of the FBI and his attorney, James Richmond,” Caleb informs him.
Pouring a finger of whisky into my glass, I swallow it whole.
“I can’t believe he was in bed with Maloti. All this fucking time right under our noses.”
“He was a master at manipulation and as corrupt as they come,” I agree, pouring myself another drink.
“What happens now with Marcus?”
“We couldn’t get to Eric while he was in prison. Not without help,” I begin, but Caleb interjects. “We couldn’t be tied to his untimely death or a murder weapon either.”
“I paid off the guards and made a deal with Marcus.”
“What kind of deal?” Colton asks, frowning.
“If we kill Ian, we’re as good as dead, and the blame for taking out four families will land on our doorstep, and I won’t put Jordin in jeopardy. She’ll be a sitting duck without protection. We needed to have Marcus on our side.”
“Does he know about the rest of the tapes?” Colton asks, his voice raised.
I give him a firm nod. “Marcus won’t open his mouth about this to anyone. He knows his father played a part in all this, the same as mine did. He was framed by his own father, for fucks sake. He’s more to lose than we do.”
“But now Marcus has killed Eric, what’s to stop him from killing Ian and taking over everything himself once he’s released? Did you even stop to think about that?” Colton replies.
“Marcus won’t go back on his word.”
“Oh really? And how do you know that?”
“Because we still have all the original copies of the tapes implicating his family. And because of Jordin,” I remind him.
“Tell me you’re not still going through with this wedding? For fucks sake, Saint. You know what this is going to do to them both, Lexy especially. This isn’t right, and you know it.” Colton looks over to Caleb, annoyed. “You’re just going to stand back and let this happen?”
I shake my head, smiling cruelly. “There’s still going to be a wedding day, but that’s all I can say for now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“All in good time, brother. For now, what we need to do is to call a meeting. Tomorrow, we will get Owl and Chains here. Inform them of Eric’s death. There will be three seats at the head of the table. They need to know we run this shit now. I’m sorry, Colton. I know they’re family, but they either work for us or join Eric in the afterlife. It’s that simple. Tomorrow marks the beginning of a new reign, brothers. Our reign.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Mybreathingstillswhenmy bedroom door quietly creaks open.
The last time I checked for the time on my phone, it was almost two in the morning. That must have been over an hour ago.
I wonder what he’s doing when the thud of heavy boots and discarded clothing hits the floor. I haven’t had Saint in my bed in weeks. Never imagined him being here with me like this again. Strangely, it feels comforting somehow. Familiar.
The bed sheets crinkle when the mattress dips, making my pulse spike.
“I know you’re awake, Angel. I won’t let you hide away from me anymore.”
His cold hand snakes across my naked midriff, yanking me closer to him, instantly setting my skin on fire. Still, I don’t move.
“Why are you in here, Saint?”
“I’m taking what’s mine.”
“What do you…” my words are cut off when he jerks my wrists behind my back, binding them with cold metal. Cuffs.
