Keir? He’s never been like this.
Me? I’ve always been fucked up. So this? This makes sense.
“It’s alright, Keir,” Dario says calmly. “It’s new for all of us.”
Keir stops pacing, looks at us both.
“You’re right. But… are we crazy?”
I let out a low, dark laugh. Dario joins in, like it’s our own private joke.
“The only crazy thing,” I mutter, “is that you fucked up.”
Dario points at me like bingo.
Keir just rolls his eyes and sighs.
“There are ways we could make this work, you know?”
Dario’s words send a flicker of hope through me.
Hope. What a fucking dangerous thing for someone like me to feel.
“Go on?” Keir’s voice shifts—there’s interest now.
“Well, what if we moved here?” Dario grins. “Lucas and Vito are running things well in Boston. We could start a sector here—shift the Bravata operations too.”
I think it over.
He’s right. It’s doable.
“That’s…” Keir sounds surprised. “Actually a good idea. Would take time, though.”
They both look to me, and I nod in agreement.
“But first…” Dario turns to Keir, voice firm. “You need to fix things with her.”
Keir nods slowly. “I will. Then we’ll settle this… and come back for our girl.”
Dario grins. “Wonderful. Let’s just hope she’s on board.”
Some of the tension in my chest eases.
I just hope it doesn’t take long.
I can’t be away from my moon for too long.
As if summoned by my thoughts, she appears at the end of the hallway.
My cock is instantly hard.
She looks like a fucking dream.
Dario lets out a low whistle. Selene smirks.
She’s in a silver dress that hugs every curve, long sleeves, no tattoos in sight. Her hair is pitch black, no white streaks, cascading in waves.
The mask matches her dress, and her lips—fuck—painted the color of fresh blood.
