Before he slams the door in her face, he tells her he’ll deal with her later. We take the elevator to the second floor and head to the spacious kitchen. I move to the stainless-steel fridge, grab myself a beer, and sit on the leather barstool. I glance out the window at the backyard. We’re far away from the city.
We’re never going to find Cashel at this rate, and without Maya’s information we’re screwed. I tried everything to find him, and I feel like we’re back at square one.
Aiden rests his hand on the white granite counter.
He grabs the bottle of bourbon, pouring it into a crystal shot glass. “How was your trip to LA?”
“It was great.”
I’m staying the night here with him, and then I’m going home in the morning. Marla is staying the night with Roselyn to keep her company. I insisted on Roselyn hanging out with the dons’ wives, but she’s told me they aren’t her type of women.
“She tried to kill me on our wedding night,” I finally reveal to my brother.
“You must have a soft spot for her because if it were anyone else, you would have killed them.”
I don’t say anything but keep one hand in my pocket and the other on my beer bottle.
“I knew Roselyn was feisty, but goddamn, the woman is a loose cannon.” He chuckles with his glass on his lips, then drinks his whiskey. “You always liked toxic women,” he says, laughing.
“You like toxic women too. What about the girl you fucked who vandalized the manor when we were in high school? What was her name—Leah?”
“Sienna,” he corrects.
“You paid the price with Draco. He always hated you more. He was more lenient on me than you.” I suspect he favored me more than Aiden because Polina molested him and Draco saw him as a threat to his marriage. He knew what was happening, so he took it out on Aiden. “You never liked to follow the rules.”
He clutches his glass hard. “That’s one of the reasons why I slit his throat, and I’d do it again too. I give zero fucks about the rules of the mafia. Some of the shit we do is stupid,” he states. “You want to play some pool?”
I finish the remainder of my beer. “You sure you want to get your ass kicked by your older brother?”
“You were only born ten minutes ahead of me, big whoop-de-do.”
We stroll into the entertainment room, and I grab the stick from the wall. Aiden removes the triangle, and the colorful balls sit in the center of the table.
“You go first,” he says.
I lean over the table, hitting the balls.
They scatter across the table. A solid green ball rolls into a pocket.
Aiden leans against the table, waiting for me to take my turn. “I married Maya.”
My mind finally registers what he said, and I connect my fist with his chin, then I pull out my gun from my holster, debating if I should kill my brother for committing treason.
What the fuck is wrong with him? Why would he marry the enemy?
He puts his hands up in the air, like in surrender. He knocks the gun out of my hand, and grabs me by the throat, squeezing. I step on his feet, elbowing him in the stomach, and twisting his arm behind his back.
“When did you marry her?”
“On the night I kidnapped her. I forced her to marry me, so she’ll be tied to me until I’m done with her.”
My blood boils. Why would he betray me like this?
“Why?”
“It’ll piss off Cashel more.”
I throw him to the ground, and he stands up, dusting off his shirt.
