Vasilas tried to hide his reaction, but I caught it. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. Yeah, he had no clue what his brother was doing to her.
“Maybe Seraphina ran away,” Lorenzo continued. “Maybe she got tired of being abused and needed to escape.”
“I didn’t touch her!” Dorian shouted.
“No one said you did,” Lorenzo said, maintaining his calm. “However, that doesn’t negate the fact that her sister saw her with bruises. And we had nothing to do with this.”
Vasilas’s eyes slid to me. “And you?”
“What about me?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
His cold, hard stare, like a sheet of ice, would have broken a weaker man. But that shit didn’t faze me. Fuck Vasilas and his entire fucking bloodline.
“Did you have anything to do with this?” Vasilas asked.
I chuckled. “Why the fuck would I kidnap someone I used to fuck years ago? We split. It’s not my fault that limp dick motherfucker can’t hold on to his wife.”
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Dorian jumped to his feet, pulled his gun, and aimed it at me.
I held my hand up, motioning for Finley, who moved to stand behind me, to lower his weapon without removing my gaze from Dorian.
I smiled, despite the gun aimed at me. “Do it,” I taunted. “If it’ll make you feel better, your wife left you because you’re such a little man who has to beat on a woman that’s half his size to get his rocks off, then squeeze the fucking trigger motherfucker. I fucking dare you.”
I didn’t fucking care if I died today as long as this motherfucker couldn’t get to her.
“Vasilas, you don’t want a war with us,” Lorenzo said, his voice harder than it was before. “Tell your brother to put the fucking gun down before he does something he’ll regret.”
Vasilas sighed. “Put the gun down, Dorian. And go get some air.”
Dorian didn’t move and his gun remained trained on me. His finger was on the trigger, and I braced myself for the bullet. If it was my time to go, I’d go straight to hell, protecting the woman I loved.
“Now!” Vasilas shouted.
Dorian glared at his brother, but he lowered his gun. “This isn’t over.” He pointed at me. “I’m coming for you.”
“And I’ll be waiting, bitch.” I winked at him, before he stormed out of the room.
Vasilas watched his brother go, then blew out a breath when the door closed behind him. “I don’t know what’s going on between him and his wife because I don’t get myself involved in people’s marriages. But if there’s any truth in what you say, I’ll handle my brother. But let me make myself very clear. Seraphina is a Drakos and we handle matters on our own. She’s to be returned to the Drakos family, if not, that means you have taken something that belongs to us. To me. Do I make myself clear?”
“Seraphina may be a Drakos by marriage, but her sister is a Puglisi, which makes her family. We don’t tolerate men laying hands on women, especially one of ours. You can handle your brother for now. But once she’s found, if she’s done with him, she gets to walk away. No questions asked. Do I make myself clear?” Lorenzo stood. “We don’t want a war with you, but we will if it means keeping our family safe.”
He didn’t wait for Vasilas to respond. Him, Dante, and their men left. I, on the other hand, stuck around. I wanted to see where Vasilas stood and maybe irritate him just a little.
When the door closed, my attention slid back to Vasilas, and he arched a brow. “You’re still here.”
He already sounded irritated with the situation.
“I am.”
“Say what’s on your mind, Puglisi.”
“I have no beef with you or your family, but I do with Dorian.”
“So, are you admitting that you have Seraphina?”
I chuckled. “Of course not. That would be stupid of me. I’m not a stupid man, Vasilas.”
“You’re sitting in this room alone with me says otherwise, Sergio.”
