Roberto
“Glad we’re on the same page.” James downed half his beer, a flicker of something dark in his eyes. “Look, my brother wasn’t a saint, and we both know it. But he was still family, so, yeah, I’m not exactly bursting with happiness right now.”
I expected that reaction—he was a man caught between grief and the harsh reality of family loyalty. “What if I can find out who killed him?” The words slipped out before I could weigh their weight.
He frowned, confusion etched on his features. “What?”
This was it—my chance to either forge an alliance or alienate him completely. I took a deep breath, bracing for the impact of what I was about to say. “I don’t want this war. Neither does Kylie.”
“No one wants this war, except maybe our fathers.” James smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “
