I burst out laughing again.
Luna sinks back into the chair, gaze tracking Victoria's retreat.
"She's going to die alone. Can you imagine her bringing home a boyfriend? To Roman? Maksim? Niko?"
"Let's hope the poor guy owns body armor and has connections upstairs."
"Yeah." She sounds genuinely worried.
The truth is, whoever wants Victoria will have to survive a war to get past her brothers.
And not just them. Luna would spill blood for that girl. Hell, even I'd grab a bat. And I know Julia's already shopping for weapons with the unlucky bastard's name on them.
Good luck, kid.
Chapter 40
Damien
"Now, Joseph. Run through all the details again."
I watch our Irish cop mole start to stammer.
"They found Senator Ashville's body. Washed up near the dock. Some woman out for her morning run spotted it and called the cops."
My fists clench involuntarily and I have to bite the inside of my cheek. Someone screwed up. Someone didn't follow protocol, and now we have this mess on our hands.
"I assume they took him to the morgue for autopsy," Vasili says.
"Yeah. I mean, it's not like you need to be a genius to figure out what happened to him," Joseph replies.
No, you don't need to be a genius to figure out that corpse was tortured. If the missing skin from his right hand wasn't enough, the absence of his dick and the fact he'd swallowed it—Vasili's handiwork, I should add—made things pretty damn clear.
"They're gonna come here asking questions," the cop tells us, swallowing hard.
"And why would they do that?" I ask, certain he's about to have a stroke.
Why the hell does everyone react like this when I talk to them?
Maybe because you're spinning two knives between your fingers while grinning like a maniac,the voice in my head reminds me.
That grin widens but not because of the idiot in front of me or the situation we're in. It's because ofher.My little sun. My wife.
She finally gave in, and my heart squeezes in my chest when I remember how she looked at me when I told her I loved her. Like the concept was unimaginable. Like no one had ever done it before me.
And even though I'm selfish, I'm glad I'm the first and only.
"The senator mentioned to a colleague that he'd gotten into Red Poppy," the guy replies, sweat beading on his forehead.
Fuck.
One of the club's golden rules is discretion. I can't stop every idiot who wants to brag about securing entry to the club, but this brings complications. From Vasili's expression, I know he's thinking the same thing.
"You can go," I tell Joseph, watching relief flood his face. "But I want to know everything that moves in that precinct, clear?"
He nods frantically, like a broken bobblehead, then practically runs out the door.
With one of my favorite blades still in hand, I head toward my friend, who's lost in thought.
