As if she can hear my thoughts, she scoffs. “I only look like I care because I refuse to go out in public looking like a slob. This”—she waves her hand down her body—“isn’t for you. It’s for me.”
“Whatever you say.” I shrug. “You ready to go, or do I need to go inside and meet the parents?”
Before she can answer, the door opens again, and Dominick fills the doorway. “Morgan.”
“Future brother-in-law.” I smirk, and he growls like a fucking animal.
But I’ve done my research, so I know he’s the bark while Matteo is the bite.
“Dominick, don’t,” Brielle warns.
“Where are you taking my sister tonight?” Dominick asks.
“To dinner …”
And then I have something planned for afterward that I think she’ll enjoy, but I’m not about to tell him what it is since it’s none of his business. His sister is a grown woman, even if they refuse to treat her like one.
“Daniil will be joining you,” Dominick states. “And before you argue, since you claim you’re not the one fucking with our business, that means there’s someone out to get my family. I don’t give a fuck if they kill you, but Brielle needs to always be protected.”
I remember him asking if I was messing with them when I showed up at the baby shower.
“And you don’t have a clue who it is?” I ask. “Possibly the mayor?”
“What do you know about the mayor?” Dominick accuses.
“Only that my brother was in contact with him.”
“Which one?” Dominick quirks a brow.
“Enrique is the only brother I have.”
“You meanhad,” Brielle retorts, “since the piece of shit is dead.”
“Regardless,” I say, “Anthony never knew we existed. My father made sure to keep our families separated, knowing Anthony was a ticking time bomb.”
“So, Enrique was working with the mayor?” Dominick confirms.
“He didn’t keep me abreast of his plans since he knew I was against them, but I saw him talking to the mayor a couple of times.”
“The mayor doesn’t have the balls to execute the shit this person has done. Kidnapping Daniella, fucking with our shipments,” Dominick notes. “They stole a pharmaceutical shipment and switched it out with drugs to frame Ilan Cohen.”
I whistle and shake my head. “Ilan is not a man you want to burn bridges with.”
“You know him?” Dominick asks.
“My company is an investor in Cohen Health.”
He nods in understanding.
“Anything else they’ve done?” I ask.
“Why do you care?” Dominick crosses his arms over his chest.
“Seeing as my plan hinges on Brielle not dying …”
“Can’t mess with the human incubator,” Brielle grumbles under her breath. “Can we go now? I’d like to get this over with.”
I’d like to continue this conversation with Dominick—I haven’t gotten the company to where it’s at without doing my due diligence—but if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late for our dinner reservation.
