“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Stefan yelled as he stepped into the room. “Enough! I’ve listened to a lot of shit over the last few weeks. I’m done. I almost died for real last night. So did the rest of you assclowns. Bianca did what she needed to do. We’re all here now. Fucking get over shit. She’s back. She wants you all. She’s having two of your babies. Fucking find common ground already!”
Silence descended over the room.
“Fuck you,” Levin finally said. “You don’t have any right to dictate what any of us does. You fucking lying son of a bitch.”
“Levin.” Stefan turned to him, his face falling. “Brother.”
I’d retaken my seat, but Fox and Enzo remained standing. Stefan and Levin Seeley were big motherfuckers. If they wanted to tear each other’s heads off, I’d let them.
“Don’tbrotherme, asshole. My brother is fucking dead.” Levin stormed from the room without another word. Stefan hesitated momentarily before following him.
“Well, good morning,” I called out, clearing my throat. E helped Drake to stand.“ We have some breakfast in the kitchen.Rosalie and Enzo just finished cooking it. How about we eat and call each other names after?”
“Yeah. I’m hungry,” Trent muttered, glancing at Bianca.
She glared back. I had no doubt she’d tear into him again. The kings had a fucking fireball on their hands. She was perfect for them.
SIXTY-ONE
ENZO
“Hey, there you are,” I greeted Dom as he stepped off the bottom step. “If you have a minute, I’d like to talk.”
“Of course.”
“Leave your plates on the hall table,” I said, nodding to the table along the wall. He followed me into my office and sat while I took my seat.
“Everything going OK?” I asked, glancing at the bandages he still wore on his wrists. Seeing him torn and bleeding had twisted my stomach in the worst way. I consider Dom and the kings our friends. Knowing his pain made me sick to my stomach. It reminded me that even he was human, which meant I was.
“I’m happy,” Dom answered softly. “If that’s what you’re asking.”
“I was worried, Dom. Not going to lie,” I said, giving him my honest answer.
“I was also.” He paused. “I’d like to extend my apologies for the way I behaved. The drugs. The. . . women. The stress. It’s not who I am. I’m sorry.”
“We’re just happy you’re OK. And that Bianca is back.” I waved him off.
“Me too.”
“So, everything is going well then?”
“Can’t complain. Just have to get through this shit with Vasiliev, but I think it’ll work out. Eventually. As long as he doesn’t fuck-up again.” He nodded.
“Yeah, I’m surprised you’ve let him live.”
“For Bianca and the babies.” He gave me a listless shrug.
“Understandable.”
We were silent for a moment. I decided the idle chit-chat was over, so it was time for the heavy stuff.
“The house fire resulted in your and your men’s death if you want it. Tate thinks Drake shot and killed Bianca. She’s dead to them as well.”
“What aren’t you saying?” Dom frowned and sat forward.
“You’re free of this life if it’s what you want. You can start a new life without any of this shit hanging over your head. You can stay here until it’s sorted, then we can get you out of the country to wherever you want to go.”
Dom studied me for a long time before he finally spoke.
