Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 380

Chapter 383

KESTER.

I swear to fuck, I was done listening to this prick while he choked my mate almost to death.

I was ready to damn every fucking consequence and storm toward him, rip his throat out and take Kasmine to safety, even if I ended up with a bullet to the heart.

But Saint spoke before I could make a move.

Just one line.

“You’re burning through your safehouses faster than your men can die, Nagel.”

And that stopped the fucker.

Nagel’s hand stilled just a little around Kasmine’s throat, his eyes snapping to Saint with interest.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Nagel asked.

that little bank vault in Abuja you’re using to move cash?” Saint dropped down his rifle and tilted his head

continued, “And I’m the only person alive who knows who it is. I mean, the very rat who’s been feeding your ops to that Colombian handler you thought

turning on each other. It was quick, but

you do,”

up. How much. To who. I can list names, routes, cash drops… even your last burner ID.

grip on

in the past six months? Wasn’t luck or surveillance. It was him. Or her. Maybe even

watching anymore. This wasn’t a negotiation. It was a live autopsy, and Saint was cutting into Nagel where it shook

were reading a grocery list, and somehow that made it ten times more terrifying.

psychopath. No one can tell

“You’re bluffing,” Nagel spat.

“Am I? Then shoot. Let’s see how long your next run lasts before your next warehouse gets hit, your safe house goes hot, or your brother’s convoy mysteriously explodes in Paraguay.” The asshole brought out a stick of cigarette and lit it casually before

for a girl. I came to trade information for your survival. You have a traitor. I know who it is. But if you kill her,” Saint’s eyes flicked to Kasmine, “I let him keep feeding your

inch and Nagel’s men would’ve raised

But they didn’t.

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