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Brantley
She’s too good for me and I’m not enough for her. I know this. But it still doesn’t stop me from fucking her. Didn’t stop me from chasing her, and it sure as fuck did not stop me from marrying her. I’ve protected her all of her life, but I missed an obvious villain I should have kept her from all along.
Myself.
But you give a villain something worth fighting for and he won’t just fight for it, he’ll kill for it. Why do you think villains are so feared? It’s not because they’re evil. Sure, they can be, but no, that’s not it. It’s because they—I mean—we—have no boundaries. At all. It took two days for us to go through all six of the most deadly gangs in New York. In order to lift the bounty that Veronica had placed on Saint, we had to offer all six of them something they wanted. They knew we were good for it. Hell, if you were worth us knowing about, you would know we were good for it. The Russians, Italians, The Rebels, and The Circle were easy enough. Even gangsters have something they want but don’t have. The trick is to find it and use it. The Rebels will always have a beef with us, but we knew they wanted money more. We knew The Circle wanted off our radar. Since the whole Nate and Tillie fiasco, they wanted to lay low and didn’t want us to start spraying bullets—like we were pla
I fucking get it.
I fucked up. I should have told her those three words. I was wrong. I can love. But I can only love her. She is the exception and will always be the exception.
I need to see her.
“Are we done?” I ask, looking up at the new capo of The Gentlemen, Da
Da
I run my tongue over my lips and both Nate and Bishop are silent as I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Da
Da
“Oh, I do, and I did.” I tilt my head. “Especially when I unloaded those bullets.”
He flies off his chair and his right-hand man, Anakin, has his palm pressed to Da
“Enough,” Bishop snaps, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting the end. He sucks in for a second longer than usual before blowing out a thick cloud of gray smoke. “None of us have seen our wives in a while, so we’re all on edge.” He points to Da
Slowly, Da
I pause. “Poor chick.” Snatching the image off Nate after he’s taken a look, I glance down at it. It’s a photo of Da
“Fuck you,” he hisses, glaring at me.
“She’s too pretty for you.” I flick the photo back to him.
His eyes don’t detach from mine, a wicked snarl fresh on his lips. “I have no doubt at all that you would tear my head off, Brantley Vaden Vitiosis, but make no mistake, I won’t go down without a fight, especially for my woman and kid. So, you ask yourself if you want your little precious Saint to be walking this earth without her big, bad protector.”