they will subject you to. Understand?”
I furrowed my brows in suspicion. “You expect me to trust that? How do you
know they won’t go against your wishes and kill me? Or worse, sell me off?”
“Because if anything happens to them, I will honor their final wishes just the
same. My middle brother and his wife are about to have their first child in the next
couple of months, and if something were to happen to him, he has my word that
his family will be well cared for in his absence. Just as they will honor me and do
the same for you. That is our code. ‘Honor the dead by way of the living.’”
What the hell did he know of honor? He’d certainly taken mine and made it his
to defend, but where did he get the nerve to say there was honor in his lifestyle?
Nothing was honorable about the way he killed people, about the way he used
them, sold them … fucked them. He was a monster and monsters had no honor.
“Couldn’t you just let me go?” I asked softly. “If you’re gone, there’s no need for
me to be here anymore. I’d just be an inconvenience for everyone else.”
Darren rose from my body, his jaw clenched and his eyes intense as he scowled
down at me. “No, Jaden. The moment you’re free, you’d go running to the
authorities, and I won’t have you putting my organization or my family in
jeopardy,” he said sharply. And then his eyes settled on the amber of mine, a slow
devious smile curving at his lips, and I felt a twinge of despair run through me
“Even in death, princess, you will always belong to me.”
Even in death, you will always belong to me…
I felt my heart give out.
15
TRAITOR
A fter fucking Jaden one last time, I finally left her in my bed to sleep off her
exhaustion. I grabbed my bag and left Hank and Preston to wait by the door for
Jaden to wake. Scott met up with me in the hallway, carrying his own black bag full
of automatic guns and ammunition. Someone had attacked one of my warehouses
in Florida last night and left the biggest fucking calling card imaginable.
Apparently, Boris Weldimer, the fat fuck who blabbed about my lovely
redheaded purchase at the auction, had a twenty-three-year-old son, Edmund, and
he obviously didn’t like the fact that I’d beaten his father into a vegetative coma a
few months ago. Boris had it coming, though. He’d been talking a lot of shit lately,
blabbing secrets and starting shit with other syndicates. And now, it looked like his
meddling son wanted some attention. Granted.
The only issue was that the warehouse he’d hit was well hidden within my
organization, and the only way that little fucker could have found the location was
if someone on my side had given it up. A snitch existed somewhere within my
ranks, and I was going to find him and gut him for the rest to see. I fucking hated
rats.
At four a.m., Scott and I wordlessly boarded the plane, sitting at opposite ends,
and discussed the strategy for the thirtieth fucking time. Boris owned a string of
strip clubs, all the while hosting private poker parties in the back, a setup I had
secured for him a long ass time ago. Triguard had been receiving ten percent of
their profits for my investment, and now, it looked like our contract was going to
require a little … tweaking.
Edmund Weldimer lived alone in his father’s house in Naples, Florida, and
though the mansion was guarded well throughout all hours of the day, Weldimer’s
security had nothing on my men. It would be as easy as popping balloons on a
dartboard. And then I was going to show the little prick what happened when you
fucked with Darren Davis.
When the plane landed, Scott and I exited; we swung our bags over our shoulders
as a black van pulled up. The two in the front got out, trading Scott for the driver’s
side and me in the passenger seat. The two got in the back with the remaining two
already there and slid the door shut. Four of my best men sat calmly in the
backseat, dressed in black and combat gear, ready for anything. They had already
been scouting the place for a few days, counting ten armed men on the grounds and
five inside the house. I rolled my shoulders in anticipation. This was going to be
fun.
As we drove, images of Jaden’s beautiful naked body kept plaguing my mind.
Wrapped in those silky dark green sheets—which emphasized the creaminess of
her
