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The nanny is his family? Noted. “You shot up his place with his fiancée in the bathroom. You don’t make a move like that and not expect it to come back at you.”

“Triston?” Honeyeh says behind me, her voice shaking.

“Go upstairs, sweetheart. I’ll be up soon.”

Dimitri holds up both his hands. “We’ve lost a certain measure of trust. I understand that.”

“I’m glad you understand.” Honeyeh is frozen behind me. “Go Honeyeh. Now.”

“Not yet,” another man says behind me. What the fuck is he doing here?

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Honeyeh

I spin at the voice,Triston’s brother Win is just behind me. I gasp, taking a step back so that my back presses to Triston’s.

His free hand comes to my hip.

Win’s eyes take in every detail, his gaze stopping on the ring on my finger. His lips press together, before he looks over Triston’s shoulder to Dimitri. “He set Honeyeh up to get to you?”

“That’s right, big brother.” Triston says, his fingers tightening on my hip. “How long have you been listening?”

“Long enough to see your woman put herself between you and a loaded gun.”

“And you didn’t help me sooner?”

“You’ve got it under control,” Win crosses his arms. “As usual.”

Triston gives a single jerk of his chin. “Dimitri and I were just discussing closing the deal.”

“I’ll sell you the casinos. But I’m not leaving Vegas.”

“I’m the one holding the gun,” Triston bites back.

“I know Mason is the one who wants me gone. Complete dominance, that’s his game. Which means, at some point, he’ll come for you too.”

Mason? I feel Triston stiffen. Does he believe these words? “What are you proposing?”

“I sell you the casinos for a song, and you…” he points back at Triston, “create a connection with my family like you have with the Kincaids.”

I look at Win in confusion. What does he mean? But Win doesn’t look back at me, his eyes going wide. “It’s a good idea,” Win answers, “the British have always used marriage to make our ties stronger.”

I gasp as I understand. Dimitri is proposing that Triston marry someone from his family?

Tears mist my eyes as I look down at the ring on my finger. This is the moment that Triston has been fighting for, for the sake of his family.

“Shut up, Win, and call Mason. Now.”

I blink in surprise. Triston doesn’t sound happy or victorious. The only emotion coloring his words are anger. “Triston,” I whisper, a tear falling down my cheek as my voice breaks. I somehow knew he was never going to be mine.

He squeezes my hip. “Upstairs, Honeyeh. Check on Darius.”

“I’m fine,” Darius calls from the top of the stairs. “Was that a gunshot?”

My brother’s voice pulls me from my pity party. “Get in your room!” I yell and then I push off Triston, passing Win to use the other stairs. I’m not going by Dimitri.

But I’ve only made it halfway up the stairs, before more tears start to fall. Triston told me he’d leave my life better than he found it. I know he will.