Which means, hecan’tcall me out.
No one person can have two seats.
“You tell me,” Ramsey emits. “I’m assuming you’re giving one of these dickwads the South Shore seat? However?—”
“I’m not.”
Ramsey quirks an eyebrow once more. “Then The Landings is up for grabs. Which means?—”
“Your janky ass isn’t sitting onmyseat,” I grind out with narrowed eyes. “Whose to stop me from taking it?”
“It’s the rules.”
“And you’ve broken plenty of those, I’m sure.”
“It’s not the way things aredone.” His dark eyes descend the length of me and halt right at my stomach. “But your bastard child can call me out later.”
That’s not going to fucking happen.
Never in a million and one years.
“Bay,” I hear Hot Rod suddenly mutter within a few feet of me. “Name an heir. You have to take The Landings.”
Is he fucking serious?
Hot Rod’s name is on the tip of my tongue because he’s Levi’s right-hand man, after all. He’s more adept at the runnings and dealings of The Nameless and shit.
But to my utter fucking amazement, he has another order to issue out to me.
“Not us.”
I hate everything about this conversation. I knew I should’ve stayed the fuck home.
“Are you done talking about your next moves?” Ramsey emits flatly, appearing unimpressed by our lack of readiness. “Because if there’s no answer to your dilemma, I’m stepping on the fucking thing today.”
He can’t.
It’ll be another reign of Emilio Wildes but more unhinged.
The point was to stop the war.
It was to finally unite with the boys.
Yeah, good job, that’s been working out splendidly.
“What’s your rush?” I taunt with a small smirk that has me questioning a bit of my sanity right now. “Are you excited to redecorate?”
“No,” he replies with no emotion. “I’m excited to kill you.”
God, he is psycho.
And I’m hoping, with everything in me, my next decision doesnotbite me in the ass. That I’m not putting my faith in something that’s never going to fully pan out and have my death sentence written in the stars.
“That’s cute,” I hedge, lifting my chin slightly to show him how much I give a flying shit about his threat. Even though I should. “I look forward to seeing the look on your face when you’re disappointed.”
“Then it’s agreed, then.” He shoves his hands nonchalantly into his black slacks. “But like I said, you still haven’t announced your heir. And if you’re not planning on doing so, I’ll opt for Plan B.”
“What’s Plan?—”
