But now that we’re joined, the world shifts. This was always how we’d beat our father. Together.
“I agree,” Triston answers, giving me a nod. “Mason Kincaid has volunteered to take all the women to his Colorado compound where his family and his security staff will keep them safe.”
Gris is married to Mason’s sister, so the offer is genuine.
I hear the murmur of assent that goes through the group, but I look at Win, my brows lifting. I’m not going anywhere.
I don’t need to say a word. He sighs and says, “I know. I know. You’re staying.”
“Damn right I am. But Sasha…she should go.” I look at Dimitri. “Anna and Ava too.”
Rush lifts his brows, speaking to Win. “Does she always dictate to you?”
“Watch yourself,” Win growls back.
“Don’t mind him,” Gris pushes Rush on the shoulder. “The new offices in New York are kicking his ass, and his new assistant has put his knickers in a twist.”
“That’s complete bullshit,” Rush fires back, his face getting dark and angry. “Nothing about me is in a twist.”
“That is a complete pile of bullshit,” Triston answers. “But we’ll weigh that shit later. Right now, it’s time to send the ladies on their way and get ready to end this war with Ivan.”
I give Sasha a hug. Our reunion is too short, but I’m glad she’s leaving, going where it’s safe.
Because Triston is right.
This is war.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Win
I’d liketo send Katarina away with the other women. I can’t stand the thought of her being hurt again.
I might be one of the most powerful men in the world, but I’m not stupid enough to try and tell Katarina what to do.
The woman owns me.
Around the island in the kitchen of Ryker’s penthouse apartment, my brothers strategize a plan. They are debating the merits of all of us remaining on the top floor versus being closer to the ground.
I listen as they debate it out, settling myself on the couch, pulling Katarina into my lap.
“I need a weapon,” she murmurs into my neck.
“You know how to shoot?”
“Enough.”
I wrap my arms around her, kissing her temple. “I don’t like it.”
She lifts her head. “Did you keep me here to use me as bait again?”
I grunt with a frown, “I kept you here so you didn’t cut off my balls.”
She smiles, settling back against me. “I’ll be all right with a small pistol, Win. If I’d had one in the ballroom, this would likely be over.”
I hate that she’s right. It likely would. But also… “Killing should not be a mark on your soul, Katarina. Leave that to me.”
“Win, I’m not the sort of woman who will cry over lost innocence?—”
