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And the main one included my woman.

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AMON

The following day, I was in Paris, standing outside a creepy warehouse draped in the night’s cloak.

The agreement we made years ago continued. He’d been helping us put a stop to human trafficking while feigning his involvement and support for it. It was the best way to get insider information and contacts. We were slowly but surely ending the human trafficking ring.

According to Tomaso Romero, this place belonged to the Brazilians, and they were moving flesh. Perez Cortes was a persistent motherfucker. It was too bad Kian didn’t kill his brother and save us all some grief.

Romero coughed, choking on his own spit. His round belly shook and his dark eyes shone with agony. I fucking hated sharing a continent with this man, never mind a bloodline.

Though that concept was still too hard to grasp. The only saving grace was that Reina wasn’t his biological daughter.

“This is the last tip you’re getting through me,” Romero said. “You’ll have to work through other avenues going forward.”

Dante and I had been dismantling human trafficking cells for years now, but we knew our professional relationship with the man who’d been instrumental in our efforts was coming to an end. He was at the end of the line. Literally.

“What’s going on with the wedding plans?” he heaved, his eyes narrowed on Dante.

Distaste curled through me, although I couldn’t deny the lightness I’d felt since reading the words on that document. Now I had a secret advantage, and I intended to leverage it when the time was right.

“You should talk to your daughter,” Dante hissed. “She keeps coming up with new excuses to stall.”

“Then take matters into your own hands,” Romero commanded as another coughing fit hit him. “I don’t have time for this shit.”

I was close to losing it.

“Fine, old man,” Dante hissed. “I’ve set the date for a rehearsal dinner and the wedding. You make sure your daughter shows up.”

Beating them both to a pulp sounded perfect right about now.

“Maybe you should learn how to make the idea of marrying you a bit more appealing so she’ll want to show up, Leone.”

Dante snickered. “Oh, trust me, I’ll have her under my spell in no time.”

I wrapped my fingers around my gun and imagined it was Dante’s neck. Or maybe Romero’s. Fuck it, make it both men. The fury I felt every time I thought of Dante and Reina together reddened my vision. Her smiles and affection played in slow motion in the dark corners of my mind.

“Would you two shut the fuck up and pay attention,” I hissed, fighting the urge to kill my own brother so Reina would never want him.

“So fucking sensitive,” Dante muttered, though he was eyeing me like I was a ticking bomb. He wasn’t far off.

I could feel the heat of Romero’s glare hitting the back of my neck. “What’s wrong with your brother?” he questioned Dante.

“Don’t know, I’m not his therapist.” I checked the magazine on my gun and clicked it into place. “Ask him.”

“If you don’t have your shit together, Amon, is it wise we do this tonight?” We were outside what should’ve been an abandoned warehouse. The body heat sensors indicated our intel was bad.

I faced him, staring him in the eye. “God forbid you’re inconvenienced.” I hoped he’d sense my rage and hate toward him. Except the fucker only believed in self-preservation. “You give no fucks about anyone but yourself.”

“I just thought—”

“You just thought you could get out of it.” Pathetic fucking ass. My upper lip curled into a snarl, disgusted with this sperm donor. “Maybe we should put you in there and see how you like it.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“You, Romero. You are my problem. Now shut the fuck up and do your job.”