She tilts her head to the side as she thinks about what I just said.
“Anthony is Kane’s half-brother; Enrique is his brother. What if whoever is coming after us is linked to Kane as well? Or … what if the assholeisKane?”
Dani’s eyes widen. “At the baby shower, Kane made it seem like playing dirty wasn’t the type of revenge he was after.”
“Doesn’t mean he’s not working with someone who’s playing dirty.”
“You should tell your brothers. If we can confirm that Kane is working with whoever is coming after us before you get married, maybe they can find a way to catch whoever it is and take out Kane at the same time.”
“Or …” I start, an idea forming. Dani gives me a disapproving look. “Just hear me out. I can seduce Kane and try to get any information he might know about whoever it is.”
I glance back at myself in the mirror. “I’m going to need a new pair of heels to go with this dress. Should I go with black or red?”
“Well, since you’re insisting on playing with fire, I’m going to go with red.”
“I agree.” I smirk at my sister-in-law through the mirror. “And as long as Kane is the one who gets burned, it’ll be worth it.”
7
Kane
“What do you want?”
I eye the guard I always see with Brielle and consider telling him it’s none of his fucking business, but instead, I swallow my retort down and say, “I’m here to pick up Brielle for our date.” If I’m going to be marrying into this family, I need to play nice.
Fuck. I can’t believe I’m marrying into this family.
This wasn’t the damn plan.
I was only supposed to fuck them over regarding the waterfront expansion, force them to pull out, and in turn, destroy their business relationships with several investors, along with their reputation.
Shifting from destroying the expansion project to getting in bed with the Antonovs I could justify. It was a smart business decision—one my father would’ve approved of. Not only will it help Morgan Enterprises make additional useful contacts, but it will pad the company’s portfolio and bank account.
But marrying Brielle Antonov is another story. I told my father and brother not to make shit personal, yet here I am, doing the same fucking thing.
“You’re lucky the Antonovs have given us orders not to kill youyet, but if you so much as lay a single finger on Brielle, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in you.”
“What’s your name?” I ask him, wondering if he genuinely caresabout my future wife or if she’s fucked him and he’s become infatuated with her. I’m quickly learning that she has a way of bewitching men.
“Daniil,” he says, jutting his chin out.
“Well,Daniil, I can guarantee I will be laying more than a finger on Brielle, and when I do, she’ll be screaming my name.”
“You motherfucker?—”
As he reaches behind him, presumably for his gun, the door opens, and Brielle steps out.
“Daniil,” she chides when he points it at me. “What if I were Damien?”
Daniil puts his gun away. “I’m sorry, Brielle. But he was disrespecting you.”
“It’s Miss Antonova,” I correct, adding theAto the end, like the Russians do when referring to women.
I can feel Brielle’s glare aimed at me, but I’m too busy taking her in. She’s in a silky red dress that puts her perfect tits on display. It’s loose on the bottom, but short, showing off her toned, tanned legs that end with a pair of matching red heels that I want digging into my back as I fuck her.
“Kane!” she barks, forcing my eyes to ascend to meet hers.
Her blonde hair is freshly highlighted, her face is full of makeup that makes her blue eyes pop, and she’s wearing her signature red lipstick that I always see her wearing. The fact that she’s gone out of her way to dress up and look this fucking delectable tells me that despite hating me, she still wants me.
