(LANCE)
The chapel fell silent after Ghost’s offer hung in the air like a death sentence. One hour. Hand over Eliona and the ports, or watch both cartels and the Phantom Riders tear us apart.
I didn’t give the brothers time to debate.
I stood up from the throne, lifted Eliona, and carried her straight to the center of the table. I bent her over it, yanked her leather cut open, and bit down hard on the soft skin just above her fresh tattoo — right where her thigh met her hip. My teeth sank in, marking her with a deep, possessive bruise while she gasped sharply.
“Jealous bite,” I growled against her skin, sucking hard enough to leave a dark purple claim right next to my ink and brand. “Because even now, with Ghost offering to slit Rico’s throat if I give you up, I still can’t stand the t
