Page 111 of Villainous Kingpin

Priest had blonde hair, his coloring different from the rest of us. Dante and Priest shared a father, but they had different mothers.

“Who’s Wynter’s father?” I kept my voice quiet, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach. I was too deep with this girl and incest wasn’t in my fucking cards.

“Not to worry, her father was a figure skater,” Priest assured me. “Her mother’s skating partner.”

“Are you sure?” I barked. I wouldn’t allow any fucking obstacle between us, but that one it would be impossible to overcome.Jesus Christ.My uncle better not have fucked Wynter’s mother and got her pregnant with Wynter.

“Yes,” Priest confirmed. “Aisling Brennan underwent fetal blood transfusion to treat anemia in the fetus while she was pregnant with Wynter. The blood count of her fetus was too low and the condition was life threatening. They used her father’s blood for transfusion while he was on his deathbed. Ivan Flemming. Fetus was Rh-positive and the red blood cells were being destroyed by the Rh-sensitized mother’s immune system.”

“Okay, I’m assuming only parent’s blood could have been used?” Emory inquired. “Because that sounded like a bunch of mumbo jumbo shit to me.”

“Wynter’s mother is Rh negative and so are our fathers,” Dante summarized it for her. “So are we. It means the probability of DiLustro being Wynter’s father is null. Rh factors follow a common pattern of genetic inheritance. If both parents have a negative Rh factor, the baby will too. Well, Wynter is Rh-positive.”

“Thank fuck,” I muttered.

Another image flashed on the screen. Wynter with her three friends. The quad team. The four sat together in Wynter’s Jeep, somber and their eyes locked, probably contemplating the next heist.

Priest froze the screen and pointed to the woman. “Who is this?” He pointed to Wynter’s red-haired friend with hazel eyes.

“One of Wynter’s friends. The four of them burned down a guy’s house. According to Wynter, they all went to Yale together.” Of course, I couldn’t be sure she told me the truth.

“She was in my club the night my armored truck got robbed,” Priest declared, his eyes glued on the woman.

“If she was there, so were her friends,” I told him.

“It means Wynter and her friends had something to do with the truck robbery,” Dante growled. “Just like they pulled that stunt in my casino.”

Why wasn’t I surprised?

“The red-haired woman’s mine,” Priest growled. I cocked my eyebrow at the unexpected declaration.

“Well, if we are throwing around claims,” Dante drawled, “The blue-eyed one is mine.”

I smirked. “That one is psychotic,” I deadpanned. “She burned down a fucking house.”

Dante shrugged. Of course, it wouldn’t bother any of us what they did. As long as they were ours.

Emory scoffed. “You three are idiots.”

Ignoring my sister, I locked eyes with Priest. “I’m going to need to buy your Philly club, with the purchase date of last year.”

“Why?” Emory asked, her brows knitted.

“Because I’m going to make Wynter settle that debt,” I told her, smiling darkly. “Dante, is that illegitimate Ashford in Canada still asking for information on an Afghan supplier?”

She scoffed. “The fucker will never get it.”

I grinned. “Never say never. I know Byron Ashford is trying to mend the relationship with his illegitimate brother. So we will use the Afghan supplier connection to blackmail our dear Ashford cousins to back us up.”

“Why in the fuck do we even want them on our side?” Emory asked.

“We can’t win against the Brennans, Nikolaevs, and Cassio’s gang. But with the four Ashford brothers in our corner, the odds will be better. We have to plan for the worst case scenario.”

“Brennan’s gonna want a war,” Priest guessed.

“And he’ll get it,” I told him.

“Basilio, you’re a scary motherfucker when you scheme,” Emory remarked dryly. I’d be a scary motherfucker if I lost Wynter for good.