Page 14 of Savage Promises
“I will pay back whatever you lost,” Richard offers when Griffin returns. “Let me discipline my son on this one.”
“Not good enough,” Griffin roars.
Richard purses his lips, looking at his son beat to shit. He clears his throat and says, “Then I will offer you something else to prove we’re loyal to you, Griffin. Can I meet you in your office tomorrow?”
“No. Talk to me now. What do you propose?” Griffin is seriously entertaining some kind of compensation.
Unbelievable.
“My daughter Neve,” he says, low and controlled. “When she is eighteen, she will make a fine wife.”
A shudder runs down my spine. Neve. I fucking forgot about Neve because she was just a child when Garrett and I were close.
“Griffin?” Richard attempts to rush my brother’s contemplation. “Are you still there? We’ve had our differences in the past, but I’m sure you know the value of ourpureblood. And Neve is still a virgin.”
“Put Connor on the phone.” Griffin’s request shoots my eyes to Connor, who would be next in line to take a wife. “I’ll have him join us tomorrow and—”
“No. He’s an animal,” Richard boldly criticizes the guy calling the shots on his son’s punishment. “This torture tunnel is disgusting. I was thinking... Shane would be a good match for my Neve.”
I nearly drop Garrett’s phone. Richard cannotbe serious.
“Hold on.” Griffin chokes out and the line goes silent again. When he returns, he says, “I’ll be at your house in an hour, Donnelly. But Garrett stays in my custody until we settle this.”
When the line goes dead, Richard turns to me with a hand over his heart. “I will tell your brother the same thing when I meet with him. Itwasyour father’s wish that our families unite. We made our peace before he left this world.”
I want to punch Richard Donnelly in the face even more since we can’t confirm what Da wanted. He’s dead. We read his will, and we were each given letters from him. Mine said nothing about marrying Neve fucking Donnelly.
I glance at Garrett. “Where is the Albanian armory?”
“Garrett, stay quiet until I have a deal with Griffin,” Richard Donnelly insists.
I’m ready to put a bullet in both their heads when next, my phone is ringing with a call from Griffin.
Fucking fuck!
CHAPTER SIX
Shane
I’m summoned to Griffin’s townhouse. Just me. Rhys has Garrett tied up in his trunk again. A form of confinement my psycho cousin has taken a shine to.
Griffin brings me into the parlor where a fire crackles, shadows dancing along the mahogany-paneled walls. Rain drums lightly against the tall windows. The storm outside is a dangerous echo of the one brewing in my chest.
My brother pours two glasses of whiskey into crystal tumblers and hands one to me without a word.
The glass feels heavy in my hand, heavier than it should. Like everything since Richard’s offer. “Thank you. I think.”
Griffin watches me closely, leaning against the fireplace. “You’re welcome. Are you going to say something?”
I roll the glass between my palms. “I’m thinking.”
Griffin snorts. “You’re brooding. There’s a difference.”
“Glad you noticed,” I say to be a brat.
“Unless we kill GarrettandRichard, they will continue to be a thorn in our side.”
“You married the enemy. Are Ava’s brothers no longer a thorn in yours?”
