Mad Max - Sapphire Knight Page 0,3

After everything he has done for me, this is the least I can do for him in return. “Bollocks. I’ll do it. I’ll marry her,” I state, gauging his and Grace’s reaction.

She stares at me with wide eyes before T pats her behind and asks her for a moment of alone time with his crew. He actually asks her permission. It’s positively ridiculous, to say the least.

“How do you know she’ll agree? I’m not being thrust into some forced marriage. If she’s not on board with this shoddy plan then I’m out. I won’t waste my time fighting with the wench, I have too many women about that want to shag me, as well as men to kill.”

“It’s not like that. She’s older, established in her life. She’ll agree to it, to please her papa. She uses his bank account at times from my understanding, so she’ll oblige him if she wants it to stay that way. He’s one of the only men at the table who doesn’t regularly strong-arm his famiglia into doing his bidding. This will shake him up with guilt and fear, all in a good way for us.”

“She certainly won’t touch my accounts, and she better not be yesterday’s rubbish. I won’t be forced to look at a bloody ugly woman for however long this farce takes place. I’ll toss her in a ditch if need be.”

The men around me chuckle, even Cage’s broody arse. I’m being completely serious. I can’t believe I’m considering this, but when it boils down to it, it’s just a bit of business I suppose. Besides, I’ll still do what I want. No woman will have me asking for permission like Joker’s wife.

“I’ll send you a photo of her, I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.” He pulls out his cell and immediately starts his search.

“I better well be enamored if I’m offering up my name and the protection that’ll come along with it.” My phone vibrates with his text, but I ignore it at the moment. I’m not some desperate chap or anything, and I damn sure won’t allow anyone here today get a glimpse of my curiosity. I really am intrigued by this whole setup. Lord knows my mum would’ve planned my marriage had I stayed home like a good ol’ boy. Years away from my parents and yet here I am, faced with another setup, only under far different circumstances. Old times or not, this isn’t too much off from the Mafia’s meddling anyhow. I’ve witnessed many arranged marriages take place in T’s family over the time I’ve spent by his side.

“I’ll call her father this evening and see about working out the details. This will come as a relief to him, I’m sure of it. The pressure on the table has been brutal. Until then, we need to catch up with Dante. The best way to get his attention will be to have valuable information. Discover where everyone’s hiding out, and then find Dante as well. I want him to realize we’re not going anywhere, that we’re a vital part of the Chicago Syndicate working behind the scenes. Capisce?”

The other three nod their agreeance, while I sip from my proper cup of tea and side-eye them. I know where Dante is already. I’ve been keeping up with his whereabouts from the moment I was informed he stepped foot in the city. I’ll keep that gem to myself until it’s time to pull out all my cards. I’ll marry the little twat for my mate, give him Dante’s location, and hopefully be the one who kills Uncle for him as well. No matter how close our small group becomes, Thaddaeus needs to be reminded that I’m indispensable. I’m his right-hand man for a reason, and under no circumstances can I allow that to change now or in the future.

Am I fixated on being the closest to T? Perhaps. I’ve never shared or played well with others. Why anyone would expect my friendships to be different is their problem, not mine. I haven’t killed the others who hang around, and that’s the furthest my courtesy extends. For a while I’d even planned on stealing Grace away. I’d hoped I could take her from him and then maybe get rid of her in some lonely alley similar to the one T had attacked her in, but I wasn’t so fortunate. The bloke fell hard for her and she became an extension of him, vetoing any plans I’d had for her