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I love my brother.

It took about five minutes for Priest to chase everyone away. Well, everyone but Sasha. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them both. I truly felt rich. Now, if only my husband would wake up, I’d be complete. The doctor assured me he’d be fine but until I could drown in those dark eyes, worry clawed at my chest.

“You know, Sasha, I got Wynter,” Priest broke the silence. “I’m her brother. I’ll take care of her.”

Sasha shrugged his massive shoulder that I’ve used to cry on. Quite a few times.

“I knew her first,” Sasha drawled. He was technically wrong though and by Priest’s shark grin, he knew it.

“Ah, wrong, Russian,” Priest drawled. “I knew her first. In Philly.”

“That’s right,” Sasha said, looking bored as fuck. “When she robbed your ass.”

“It’s just money. And she’s my sister. But that wasn’t her first trip to Philly.”

“Okay, little dude,” Sasha deadpanned. “But you make the kid cry, and I’m gonna beat your ass.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not a kid. I’m a married woman,” I protested.

Neither one of them paid any attention to me.

“Okay, old man. You can try but you won’t succeed,” Priest growled. His arm came around me, pulling me into a hug. “She’s my sister.”

“Umm-”

With my eyes wide, I watched Sasha but his expression revealed nothing. They wouldn’t get into a fight here. Would they?

Then he grinned. “You keep her safe,” Sasha said. “And if you need help, you call me.”

With a wink, Sasha strode away, leaving me with Priest.

“So Christian,” I started, reverting back to his real name since it was just the two of us. “Possessive much?”

“Nah.” He kept his arms around me and I raised my head to meet his eyes. “Only of my family.”

“Does that extend to our mother?” I asked softly. His face darkened. He didn’t confirm it, but he didn’t deny it either. “Give her a chance,” I murmured softly. I remembered the day she told me about her baby she lost. Of course, back then I understood it differently. “She’s an amazing woman with a big heart that got broken.”

He remained silent and I wrapped my arms around him. I felt him stiffen for a moment but then he slowly relaxed.

“If you won’t do it for her, then do it for me.” It was a bold request, considering we weren’t close. At least not yet.

“She abandoned me,” he gritted. “Once she was pronounced dead, she could have come back for me and raised me with you.”

Jesus, how bad did Priest have it?

CHAPTER72

Basilio

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My head felt heavy, painful throbbing in my temples. My mouth was dry, like someone stuffed cotton in it. I swore every single inch of my body hurt. Like I’d been beaten senseless.

Kind of like when I was a kid and too weak to fight back against my father. I groaned then tried to move but it seemed impossible.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What the fuck was that annoying noise?