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.

basement off Durham Street? Or that little bank vault in Abuja you’re using to move

who knows who it is. I mean, the very rat who’s been feeding your

were turning on each

hell you do,” Nagel

And I know what they gave up. How much. To who. I can list

speak. But his grip on Kasmine

luck or surveillance. It was him. Or her. Maybe

I was watching anymore. This wasn’t a negotiation. It was a live autopsy, and

how calm and unbothered Saint’s voice sounded? He spoke as if he were reading a grocery list, and somehow that made it ten times more terrifying. Of course, not

fucking psychopath. No one

“You’re bluffing,” Nagel spat.

safe house goes hot, or your brother’s convoy mysteriously explodes in Paraguay.” The asshole brought out a stick of cigarette and lit

here to negotiate 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

more inch and Nagel’s men would’ve

But they didn’t.

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