Page 180 of Bride By Ritual


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"They almost got beheaded," I remind him.

He drops a bomb. "What about your wife?"

"What about her?" I defensively ask.

"Is she going to agree to this? She's obsessed with her seat," he points out.

My gut flips. I assert, "Was obsessed."

"So she's not loyal to the Underworld anymore?" he challenges.

Tension mounts.

I affirm, "She'll be on board. They're trying to take her out too. Plus,once she finds out about their sick baby operation, she isn't going to have any loyalty left."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes," I say through gritted teeth.

Zara interjects, "Brax is right. There's no way Valentina is going to agree to being a baby machine. I'll call Fiona. We can meet tonight."

I stand straighter, with the truth hardening inside me like tempered steel.

I didn't crack open the Underworld's system to steal their secrets.

I cracked it open so I can burn it to the ground. And now there's no choice but to do it.

"There's one more issue we have to address," I say and pick up the phone. I dial Liam.

Sean and Zara stare at me in question.

It rings twice. He answers, "Brax."

"I need you to come to Sean's penthouse. Immediately."

Sean's head jerks back.

"I'm busy and you don't give me orders," Liam snarls.

"This isn't a request. It's the most important thing you'll ever do," I insist.

The line turns quiet.

I add, "Bring your guns with you if you don't trust me. But get here soon." I hang up before he can ask any further questions.

"What are you doing?" Sean demands.

"We can't do this if we're on grave duty. And the only place that's safe for us to talk to him is here," I claim, knowing that the previousmonth, Sean built walls around his office that won't allow any spy devices to work. It’s a safety net, and Kirill did the same to his entire penthouse.

"I'm going to check on the babies," Zara mumbles and leaves the room.

Sean and I both pace for a half hour until Liam finally shows up.

"This better be good," he booms, entering the room.

"Shut the door," Sean orders.

He slams it and steps forward. He points at us. "You two better start talking."