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As Trev had come of age and started to shoulder some of the burdens of Mershan International, his brother Des had recognized his killer instinct and put him in charge of loans. Yes, Cian was the power behind Montgomerie Enterprises, but Trev had lost track of how many CEOs had come begging him for time or an extension. He wondered if, when the Montgomerie Enterprises house of cards came tumbling down, this man would come begging.
    Meeting Cian’s stare, Trev returned it with a smile. “No. I came for Raven.”

Chapter Six
    Yes, he’d come for Raven, and nothing would prevent him from taking her. Trev was stunned how strongly he intended that comment—along the lines of a medieval warrior claiming his lady from a high, well-defended tower. That unforeseen intensity rattled him. But then, understandably, it did the same to Cian. Those dark red brows lifted ever so slightly, the man’s pale eyes shifting to Raven, assessing her reaction to this unexpected situation, and then back to Trev.
    “I’ve always admired a man who knows what he wants and lets nothing stand in his way,” he finally said. “That goes double for one smart enough to see the treasures my sisters are.”
    Cian’s barb was directed toward Beechcroft, who was still hovering close to the group; but it also spoke to how much Cian adored Raven, was a clear warning Trev would face a bitter enemy if he hurt her. Well, she would be hurt—her twin in Kentucky and older sister in Scotland, too. All three Montgomerie girls were roadkill under the wheels of vengeance. When the dust settled, Cian Montgomerie would indeed be the bitterest of foes. The Mershan-Montgomerie juggernaut had been set into motion long ago.
    Yes, taking Raven, using her to get next to Cian and the daily operations of Montgomerie Enterprises had been part of Desmond’s plans for some time. Currently Jago was in Kentucky, and Des was in Scotland doing his part. They would avenge their father’s suicide through seduction, betrayal and corporate overthrow, no matter the cost. Des had worked his whole life to keep their familytogether, easing the burdens of their sudden grinding poverty. Now, after decades of work and maneuvering, the Mershan brothers were finally set to extract justice.
    Oddly, Trev was disquieted by unexpected regret bubbling up within him. Developing a conscience at this late date was a bloody nuisance. It pissed him off royally. No matter the circumstances, he’d prided himself on always being in charge. When had the power slipped through his hands? Perhaps it was when Raven asked if he was the devil, looking up at him with those huge amber eyes. His drive to possess her was a poison coursing through him, one that might possibly see him undone—if he permitted it.
    Forcing a slow breath, he vowed to reclaim the advantage. “Yes, only a fool would fail to see what a prize Raven is,” he concurred. “But I am no fool. Like a warrior of old, I’ll do whatever it takes to win the hand of this fair lady.”
    Inclining his head in approval, Cian conceded a draw. Trev suppressed a grin and turned to Raven, allowing his eyes to roll over her in a manner of proud possession. He slid his arm around her waist and gently urged her closer to his side. Without doubt, he knew what her family saw: an alpha male silently staking his claim. And though most females would balk at the concept, men would understand. They would believe she was his.
    This charade had popped into his mind originally as a means for Raven to save face before Beechcroft; he’d recognized the wound to her pride and wanted to ram his fist into the man’s smug, supercilious face. The stratagem had seemed particularly appropriate after receiving that tarot card with The Lovers, even if the fortune had been silly: The lamb often proves stronger than the wolf. But one thing about that fortune had given him pause: Raven was, in his mind, the lamb that he’d planned to cut from the flock.
    Trev suffered a sudden