Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)

I can’t allow that bastard to walk out of this place with my girl and sell her to the next bidder. She’s my wife.

I will die trying to get her back. Then I’m going after Andreas.

He has a lot to answer for.

Chapter Forty-One

Emelia

I signed the contract.

One more contract of sale. This time as I sign, all traces of humanity leave me.

Dad watches in excitement. Of course, he would. He’s going to be a rich man.

He must be on cloud nine.

Thirty million just for selling me, and all the syndicate’s wealth. I heard him talking to someone on the phone. I don’t know who it was, but they sounded like they were in on it. On this grand scheme of shit.

“Wonderful. My dear girl. I never knew you’d be such an asset to me,” Dad says.

“I don’t know how you could do this to me. How were you going to get me to sign this before? I was supposed to go to Flor

ence. What would have happened there?” I really want to know.

“Your uncle was going to take care of it.”

“How?” I push.

“By threatening to kill you. Getting you to Florence was the easy part. You were so excited to go and fit right in. At least you would have gotten to go to school.” He raises his palms and shrugs.

“My God. You are truly despicable. I don’t know you. I don’t know who you are. What else did you do, Dad?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. I have questions. Questions I want answers to before I’m taken away and there’s no one left to give them to me.

“I did many things, Emelia.”

“Were you responsible for Jacob’s death?” I ask outright. That’s the most important question on my mind. “Did you know he was going to die?”

“Emelia, Jacob always had a habit of sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. I think he was my toughest kill,” he reveals. A cry falls from my lips.

I’m so stupid. There I am, asking him if he knew Jacob was going to die when he was the one who killed him.

Fuck… fucking hell.

“You killed Jacob! Dad, you? It was you?”

He actually looks a little sad.

“I prayed at the wedding that he’d keep his mouth shut. I prayed he’d keep his nose out of shit it didn’t belong, but when it comes to you, that kid couldn’t see straight. Friendship and love. That was what he had for you. Even when he was warned by your beloved husband to keep out of trouble, that very same night, he went hurtling himself back into trouble’s arms. He heard too much. Saw too much when he saw me talking to Vlad. He knew about my plans to wipe out the syndicate. He had to die.”

“You shot him. You killed Jacob.”

“I did. Sad but true.”

The door flies open, and Andreas rushes in.

“We’ve got to get out of here,” he urges in a hurried voice. “My brothers are here with a team of men. Think we might be outnumbered. Backup won’t get here on time.”

“Fuck!” Dad snarls. “Where is Vlad?”