A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(103)

The waitress walked away, and Nelson sat back. “I think I should take over setting up the Middle Eastern end of the business. You’ve done quite well in Africa, but my contacts are better in Asia than yours.”

So that was his game. A savage anger started to take hold. Everyone seemed to be trying to get their greedy hands on his property. It was starting to grate on his last nerve, but then he’d been doing a slow burn since he’d come back to England. “No. This is my business. I’ve been giving you a cut since day one, but that’s all you’ll ever get.”

He didn’t owe Nelson more than that. Hell, he didn’t really owe Nelson a bloody thing. Now that he thought about it, he was the one who’d gotten the bonds. He was the one who had set the charges. He was the one who had set everything up so no one had looked for him.

Nelson was the one who hadn’t even noticed that Liam had survived, and apparently Nelson was the one who had brought dear brother down on his head.

Maybe it was time to get rid of his mentor.

Nelson frowned but his eyes remained cold. “So you don’t need my contacts? You’re going to be able to move into the Pakistani and Afghan markets without me?”

He would once the Lachlan Bates deal went through. The terrorist cell in Sudan was his way to move into Islamist extremist groups. If he could make sure they were stocked, they would come to him. There were millions to be made and power to be had. And he didn’t intend to share a bit of it with Nelson, but he couldn’t let the man know that. It would be like announcing he was planning on assassinating him.

“I’m sorry. Of course I need your contacts.” Molina hoped he looked sincere. He wasn’t. He was thinking about how fast he could put the bastard in the ground. Nelson had been helpful, but his time was done.

Nelson seemed to relax a bit. “I know I can help you. Like I said, you’ve done a great job with the African markets, but you’ll see how much money we can make once you let me in. Have you handled your MI6 problem?”

He wasn’t worried about MI6. He was worried about his brother. “They haven’t figured out the codes yet.” He’d developed them himself, so not even Nelson could get access to his accounts and clients without the cipher, which was in his safe at home. “They won’t. They don’t even understand that there is a code yet. They’ve got some weird weigh ins at various ports of call. I just need to find the right people to bribe.”

He’d had a couple of breakdowns, but he was getting it cleared up.

“So Weston isn’t a problem?”

Molina rolled his eyes. He wasn’t worried about that idiot at all. “Weston is an aristocrat playing at being a spy. He’s been utterly ineffective, and once I leave London, he won’t have a chance to even stumble across something. After the ball is over and the coffers are full, I’ll move everything to Dubai. I have a very private compound. Only the most trusted will gain access. I’ll run the business from there.”

“And Miss Charles will be with you?”

He wasn’t so sure about Avery anymore. He wasn’t sure he wanted his brother’s leavings. It was just a shame that his brother wouldn’t know he’d gotten the bitch killed. His brother had always been so moral. His brother had believed in sin and honor when nothing of their childhood should have taught him values. Liam had been stupid. “I think not. I think it’s time I found another assistant. This one feels a bit used, if you know what I mean.”

She’d been so innocent, but she’d shown her true face. She was a whore like the rest of them, and he’d still have her. He would f*ck her and then he’d get his hands around her throat. Then she’d know who her god was. He’d make her pay.

What was taking so long? Malcolm should have texted him by now. He looked down at his phone.

“Something wrong?” Nelson asked.

“I thought Malcolm would message me by now. He should have taken out Liam. He followed him.”

Nelson shook his head. “Malcolm is dead. Liam and his crew killed him. I assure you, there’s no way you took O’Donnell out with two men. He’s been trained by Ian Taggart. Whatever you think of your brother, know that he’s a well-trained killer now. He’ll be tougher than you imagine. Taggart is not someone you should underestimate.”

He dialed Malcolm’s number. Nothing. It went straight to voice mail. Fuck. Malcolm had never not answered. What the hell had happened? Was Liam still out there? Did Liam even know he was alive?

“You need help, Rory. I can deal with this for you.” Nelson used the same smooth tones that he’d used all those years ago when Rory had made his deal with the CIA’s version of Mephistopheles.

“How?” He didn’t want to owe Nelson anything, but maybe he should use him one last time.

Nelson leaned in. “I’ll tell you.”

Nelson started to talk. Yes. This was even better. This way his brother could watch as Rory raped his woman.

And Rory could be the one to kill him. As it should be.

After all, they were brothers.





Chapter Eighteen


“What exactly do you mean you couldn’t find the files?” Simon ground the words out, his voice low, his face turned down as the elevator started toward the ground floor.

Avery wasn’t sure how much she should say. She’d gotten a little paranoid about being overheard. She tried to sound as normal as possible. “I looked and couldn’t find them.”