You don’t build an empire like theirs without a spine. Compared to me, Lachlan came from nothing, and his wealth cannot be measured by any financial institution. Many tried over the years and failed.
Such strength and resilience are admirable, as long as the person is not your enemy, because the thing about the Scotts?
They are vicious if you dare to cross them, and they won’t rest until they put you six feet under.
“I won’t tell my cousins why you’re in Boston.” His prolonged pause lets me elaborate on the subject because I know I hit a nerve. “I don’t think Rush and Rafael would take too kindly to you stalking their sister.”
The fact that the sister in question who happens to be my cousin and almost a decade older older than him, is beside the point.
Lavender’s situation is fucked up either way, and for now, Levi isn’t doing anything to jeopardize her life. I know this isthe calm before the storm, though, and he’ll strike soon. That’s when I will protect her if she needs it.
Right now, I can use his obsession as my leverage.
His tone drops a few octaves. “Never try to use her to get what you want from me because I would retaliate in ways you cannot imagine.” My brows rise at this. So he can experience emotions? This should be good. “You have until tomorrow to do whatever you want. I’ll send the keys and the address, but Orion? I’m doing this because I’m curious about your true nature. Remember that the next time you try to blackmail me.” He hangs up, and I whistle.
The Wright and Scott families’ clash over Lavender would be a violent sight to see. They’ve already threaded on the narrow line when Rush kidnapped Aileen, but it's a different situation altogether because, as unhinged as Rush is…Levi is way worse.
I know he has never truly forgiven our family for what was done to theirs, and when a Scott holds a grudge, one can expect explosions and mayhem wherever they go.
I push those thoughts aside and focus on my own life.
Soon, I will make Grant and Jones pay for what they’ve done to my wife.
Today, I’ll show her that she’s safe and adored by me.
And let’s hope she never finds out what a monster she married.
Because there is no escaping this marriage for her now.
Only death will do us part.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“My grandmother used to say that love is an illusion created by poets to fool women into trusting men.
Given her tragic history with my grandfather, who was twice her age and hated her guts, I could understand her warped logic.
However…
What if my grandmother was wrong?
And love is a real feeling.
A feeling that, unfortunately, has the power to forever change you.”
Diana
Diana
“What is this?” I ask: when Timothy reaches the delicate, sophisticated golden gates guarded by security, the sun beaming so brightly it almost lures you in with a sense of peace.
Except huge statues in the distance indicate that it would be a mistake because luxury hides behind them, and you must be careful while entering its domains.
For where there is power, one must follow certain rules.
“It’s a surprise, Mrs. Wright,” the driver replies, rolling down his window when one of the security guards comes over, nodding at me and lifting his chin at Timothy in greeting. “Hi, Daniel.”
The security guy pushes his hand through the window and extends a red rose to me, winking. “For you, ma’am.”
