Page 33 (1/2)

"Adrian Martina," I say,to the second in the Martina cartel, and the ht to my doorstep

"Shane Brandon," he replies "It’s time we talk, don’t you think?" He pops open the door and I show no hesitation getting in Fear doesn’t win And I’ across from him, and shut the door Adrian hits the button to raise thethat seals us away frolossy pale blue that practically gleams money

Our eyes er for power and s that draw him to my brother, but also put thes "I understand we’re practically family"

I arch a brow "How exactly is that?"

"You don’t know your brother anddoesn’t constitute fae" I don’t react, though I silently vow to cage my brother before he marries us to a cartel "Mexicans take family to heart It’s serious It’s business"

"My business is not your business"

"Your brother’s business is my business," he counters

"If my brother controlled Brandon Enterprises, that would be true, but he doesn’t Just as you don’t control your family operation"

"Our fathers," he says "Both ready to retire" His lips quirk slightly "In their oays"

The inference that ain a reaction I don’t give him "Since when is your father ready to retire?"

"Whether he does or does not, I am heir to all that is his, but you, my new friend, we both know, cannot say the sa my brother tells you He’ll land you in jail"

"Yes About that I understand you have Feds sniffing around"