Lion moves back against his chair as the silence eats up the space in the room. “I’m offering you to take it. You can take someone from here with you to be your right hand, but you can’t take Royce.”

Royce hisses, and I exhale a deep breath.

“Look.” Lion leans forward and no one else speaks. “I get it. You’re brothers, and asking this of you both is shit, but I figure with your background there, you would be the perfect person to have.”

“I’m from Detroit,” I warn, raising a brow.

“Detroit isn’t the issue, though, and what we need from you doesn’t involve anyone in Detroit.”

My mouth closes when I realize what he’s saying, shifting back to Royce. A guilty fucking looking Royce.

“You motherfucker…” I growl under my breath, ignoring him when he swirls his chair around to face me.

“I didn’t tell him so that he could use it to get you there!” Royce pins his glare on Lion. “And he isn’t going anywhere without me.”

“Royce…” Lion warns. “You cannot take my daughter with you. I just got her back.” I watch as guilt washes over Royce’s face, his hand running over his hair.

“Fuck.”

“I’ll do it.” I place a toothpick between my lips, clenching my jaw. “But I can’t promise you she won’t kill me when she sees me.”

“What the fuck are we talking about?” Khaos asks, looking around the group. “Who won’t kill you?”

“Ruby La Rosa.” Lion smirks as he says her name, and fuck, if I haven’t heard it in some time.

“Holy shit. As in La Rosa—as in the fucking Cosa Nostra? As in the fucking Princess of Death?”

“What?” I turn my chair to face Khaos. “What the fuck do you know about the La Rosas?”

“Ah… I know that bitch is crazy, and that when her papa died and she took his place as the capo, things only got worse.”

My blood turns cold. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Shit. Victor fucking died?

“I don’t know her personally, but I’ve heard about her.”

“How?” I glare at him, scrunching up my face. “How the fuck have you heard of her?” My fists clench over my thighs, and Royce chuckles beside me when he notices.

“I mean, because she’s the hottest and youngest mafia capo in our fucking generation. Everyone knows who she is…”

“Oh my God.” I take my eyes off Khaos, the pretty little fucker, and look to Lion. “Do not say I’m taking him.”

“You’re taking him—” Lion grins at me.

I flick my toothpick in his lap. “Fuck you.”

Royce is the first to interrupt. “And what about L’artisaniant?”