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“Who is this filthy rat who dares to mess with my men?”
“Let me guess … Daddy dearest?” Adam quips.
The handle of the cane meets Adam’s chin and cranes his head up to meet Father’s gaze.
“That mouth of yours is going to make a beautiful trophy when I rip it off your corpse.”
Adam sneers. “Go ahead. Just don’t cry when it still talks back from the shelf.”
One of the men who holds him in place punches his ribs with an iron fist, causing him to groan loudly.
“You’re too loud,” Father says, dusting his coat sleeves off.
“It’s one of my many virtues,” Adam pants sarcastically.
What the hell is he doing? Has he realized he’s literally treading on thin ice?
“Get rid of him,” Father says quietly, turning his back.
“No!” I yell, rushing in front of Adam. “I want him as my personal bodyguard.”
“What?” Wes snaps.
“What?” Adam repeats.
“He was fighting three of your best men on his own. He’s more capable than anyone I’ve ever seen,” I rasp.
God, I’m shaking so badly. I shouldn’t have said that, but it seemed the only way to save him. He’s innocent.
“Is this a joke?” Father scoffs.
“Not at all.”
My chin is trembling, and I’m trying to keep it steady.
Dad doesn’t speak, as if he’s contemplating my offer. This waiting is killing me.
He clicks his tongue. “Fine. But he needs to earn it.”
“Hello? I’m here,” Adam jeers.
“I just told you what he did. He already has.”
“I didn’t see it.” He gestures for his men to step forward, then takes a seat in the chair behind him. “Entertain me.”
No one moves. No one except his personal bodyguard.
Boris Kovachev, a Bulgarian built like a tank and feared by anyone with sense. He’s been at Father’s side for over a decade, loyal as a dog and twice as dangerous. That’s exactly why Father chose him.
The men let Adam go and he stands up, looking Boris in his eyes.
“So I have to fight the fucking Yeti? For what?” He spreads his arms wide and looks at me, puzzled.
“Please,” I mouth desperately, almost begging. He doesn’t see that this is the only way for him to stay alive.
His eyes soften, and he buries his face into his palms, letting out a scornful sigh.
“Ugh, fine.”
