The "innocent ears," Maeve, shot him a look. "?"
Slade completely ignored Andres's interference.
"That's the situation. And I'm walking out of here with him tonight."
"If you want to use your influence to stop me, I'm more than ready to go to war."
"And let me remind you, we have a history. We both know exactly what the other is capable of."
"Going to war over a little siren is entirely unnecessary."
"Port Caspian might be my headquarters, but my reach extends into Aethelburg. Are you absolutely certain you want a death match with me?"
Andres's blood began to boil.
"A street brawl in a highly regulated city like Aethelburg is boring."
"If we're going to war, we take it overseas."
"You've got an army of mercenaries under your command, 'Asher', The Desert Hawk."
"I'll make a call to Raven. We'll deploy our units and settle this face-to-face on the battlefield."
"Asher?"
Maeve caught the name instantly.
That alias held legendary status across the African continent.
She studied Slade with newfound fascination.
Was this arrogant CEO actually the infamous Desert Hawk?
Slade's handsome features darkened.
"War is war. You didn't have to air out my classified history, KING!"
"KING?"
Another mythic underworld figure.
Maeve slid her gaze back to Andres.
It seemed her boyfriend wore quite a few masks.
Patriarch of the White family.
Pluto of Red Gate.
The warlord of Africa, KING.
This night was getting wildly entertaining.
Andres refused to cede an inch of ground.
"If a fight solves this, then let's make a bet."
"You win, you take the siren. I win, he stays."
Slade nodded sharply.
"Fine. Deal."
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