My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

"You accept the deal?For him? Oh, Killian... you have no idea who you’re asking for."

What was that supposed to mean?

I’d had enough riddles.

Enough smug jerks treating me like I was playing a game I couldn’t understand. I already got that from my aunt.

I didn’t need more of it from Emiliano.

I didn’t start our afternoon conversation with Lucrezia in the most diplomatic tone.

"What the hell, Lucrezia?"

Her sigh on the line was slow and theatrical.

"You better watch your language, boy. I raised you. I can dispose of you anytime. I just happen to be sentimental about family. Don’t make me do something about your attitude."

"Why did you do that to Damian?"

"That little parasite?" she snapped. "I don’t need a spy who’s begun working more for you than for me. Because of you two idiots, I lost my marriage into the Prime Minister’s family."

I swallowed hard.