Arranged love

LUCA

Haven exits my office as Bones re-enters. He sits down in the seat across from my desk and crosses his arms across his chest.

My office now smells of sex, and I’m still hard. I could totally go another round, but I have work to do. I have a feeling I won’t get shit done now that she’s living here with me.

“You were saying?” I clear my throat.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Word on the street is that retaliation is coming your way.”

This is why we intertwine our lives and business with the Kings. They have eyes and ears everywhere. They reach places we can’t.

I lean back in my chair. “We knew it would happen.” You don’t slaughter six men and expect to get away with it. It’s taken time for them to rebuild their army, and I took out their frontline. Leaving their dismembered bodies behind didn’t sit well with them. “They have sat on their asses long enough. I figured our appearance at the wedding chapel would get our message across.”

He nods, and his eyes slide to the closed door before they return to me.

“What?” I ask.

“Haven.”

“What about her?” I ask, sitting up straighter. Was he daydreaming about me fucking her too? That was all fun and games when we were younger, but I was telling her the truth when I said it wouldn’t ever happen again.

He leans forward, placing his tatted arms on the surface of my desk. “My father always says, ‘Show me a man in love, and I’ll show you his greatest weakness.'”

I tilt my head to the side. “You think they’ll go for her?” It’s not unrealistic.

“You did just announce your engagement. It’s all over the papers and on social media.” He sits back. “It’s exactly what I would do. A woman is helpless compared to a man. Especially one with no training.”

“I have guards on her.” Rossi will never get the opportunity to touch her.

He arches a brow. “Are they enough?”

I slam my fists down on the desk, not happy about him second-guessing me. “Of course.”

“Enough to bet her life on?” He goes on.

“Bones!”

He shrugs. Bones doesn’t give a fuck. He has a careless attitude. Only three people matter to him and that’s the Kings. And his Kingdom. Anyone else is fair game, women included. As he said, they are easy targets.

“I’m just asking if there are holes where someone could slip through.”

I run a hand through my hair. “Nite is covering it.”

He nods. “Then I guess we’re done here,” He stands and walks over to the door.

“Bones?” I ask, and he pauses, turning to face me. “Set me up a meeting with Titan later on today,” I order.

“I’ll have him call you.” Then he exits the room, leaving the door open.

Nite enters immediately, and I look up at him. He stands before my desk, dressed in black dress pants and a white button-down. His shoulder holster has a gun on each side. I don’t doubt his loyalty. He’s proven it to this family once before.

We enter the cabin, and a man lies on the floor in the living room. His right hand grips his bloody left arm. A snake had bit him. He’s also bleeding from his right thigh. And a snake is still wrapped around his left ankle.

I remove my gun from my holster and shoot the snake, the bullet going right through his ankle. He screams out, his body jerking.

I reach down, grab the snake, and toss it to the corner of the room.

He looks up at me through watery eyes. He takes in my clothes, and how they are covered in Bernard’s blood. “You’ll pay for this.”

“Funny, that’s exactly what Bernard said.”

“Fucking pay!” he shouts. “They’ll find her.”

My hand tightens on the gun.

“They will fucking send her back to you in pieces!” he screams. “When they’re done with her, you won’t even have a body to identify.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth.

My jaw clenches, and my muscles tighten. No! They will not! I won’t let them.

He smiles up at me. “That’s after they use her, of course.”

My body begins to shake with pure anger. My muscles tight, and my mind seeing a hundred different scenarios of her bloody and dead.

“Don’t worry, they’ll make sure to give her exactly what you deserve.”

I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his throat. “They’ll never touch her,” I growl.

Nite makes his way up the old wooden stairs and tosses a rope over the banister before tying it off. I wrap it around the guy’s wrists and stand. Nite pulls the rope tight, hauling him up. He dangles in his restraints, fighting for leverage with his feet, but he can’t get it. They’re no longer touching the floor.

I remove my knife from my boot and flip open the blade.

“I’ve seen it before.” He smiles at me, enjoying the fact that he’s getting to me. “The way they use them. The way they torture them. She’ll be the perfect revenge on the Bianchi family.” He leans his head back to look up at Nite who still stands upstairs. “You should have just given her up.”

I look up at the man I consider my brother. We haven’t spoken about what exactly happened when they removed his tongue seven days ago. He was dumped on the doorstep with a note that said forever silent. We knew he had been taken. For the three days he was missing, I was skipping my classes to look for him. And honestly, we never expected to find his body. But instead of death, they wanted him to suffer by never talking again. To know what it’s like not to be able to speak for yourself and only take orders. I thought he protected my father. Our family. But he protected one person, in particular. And at this very moment, I realize that I can never repay him. No matter how many guys I kill for him, it’ll never be enough.

No one talks about her. No one mentions her. We keep her hidden so she remains untouchable. “I’m going to gut you like a fish and leave you here to rot,” I say to him.

He laughs like I’m fucking funny. “Go ahead and do your worst, you sorry son of a bitch. Whatever you do to me, they will make sure to do to her.”

“Over my dead body,” I growl.

He throws his head back, this time his bloody body shaking with his laughter. “After you see what they do to her, you’ll wish they would have just killed you.”

That was four years ago.

Now the time has come, and we need to be ready. I look up at my best friend. “Pack a bag. We’re leaving.”

A look of dread washes over his face before he masks it and nods before exiting my office.

I stand, place my hands on my desk and close my eyes. I will not allow anyone to touch her. As long as I’m alive, I will protect her with my life. “Goddammit!” I shout.