Page 121 of Ruthless God

So far, they had been quiet, even with news of Lina in Las Vegas. I was beginning to think Boris might not be too upset over her disappearance. I didn’t fucking blame him.

I looked at Romeo. “Would you be willing to take Lina in? Just for a few days before I send her to one of our safe houses.”

His eyes widened as Elio laughed and patted him on the back.

Romeo shook his head. “Not for all the cannoli in the world, brother. That’s your little problem.”

I let out a small sigh. “Even if I ask it as your capo?”

“You can have my head,” the little shithead said, knowing full well I would have chopped off my right arm first before I ever let anything bad happen to him.

I turned to Elio. He shook his head and started backing away. “I’ll go call Tino right away.”

Romeo followed him, not looking back, leaving me alone to stew in the silence.

It had been five days since the bitch arrived, and there didn’t seem to be a moment’s peace in my home. And I hadn’t fucked Luna since the night she saw Lina peeking in through our room.Even if my wife was getting more adventurous in the bedroom, she had refused with Lina around.

I clenched my fists.

Fuck, what a headache.

I came hometo a quiet and dark house.

Unusual, but not concerning, considering I knew Luna was home and hadn’t left the house all day.

Lina either.

My wife was probably holed up in our room, hiding from her sister. Something I fucking hated. She was now hiding in her own home. I had half a mind to just send Lina back to Andre and wash my hands clean of it.

I walked into my office and headed straight for the bottle of scotch, pouring a generous amount and taking a huge sip. Movement by the door caught my attention, and I looked up to see Lina standing there in a thin short robe and a smile I didn’t fucking trust one bit on her face.

“What are you doing up?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her.

She sashayed her way over to me, the smile firmly in place. Would she smile so much if she knew how the sight of it turned my stomach?

“I can’t sleep,” she answered softly. Lina didn’t speak softly. In fact, her voice was coarse, almost grating to the ears.

I nodded, downed the rest of my drink, and walked past her for the door. “Well, good night.”

She grabbed my hand, halting me.

I turned around, looking at where she touched me, then back up at her. She quickly dropped my hand.

I nodded and moved to leave once more when her voice stopped me.

“You were supposed to be mine.”

I turned amused eyes over to her, looking her up and down. “Is that so?”

Her eyes turned predatory, so unlike her sister. “It is so. We were supposed to be married.”

I laughed.

Her face pinched at the sound, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s so funny?”

“Even if you hadn’t backed out of the marriage and put your sister up as some sort of sacrificial lamb to me, we wouldn’t have married.”

“You agreed to the arranged marriage before you’d even stepped foot in Chicago.”