Rome heard her clap her hands together, and the next thing he knew, he was being ushered into the kitchen and fed until he was stuffed to the point of barely being able to move.
Bringing himself back to the present, he said, “Lenny is going to arrange a meeting for tomorrow between our fathers while he plays mediator.” Rome had expected Sasha to be as hopeful at hearing the news as he had been when Lenny agreed to try to usher in peace, but, instead, she continued to look somber.
“What is it, sweetness?”
“Vitaly killed my mother,” she said. Rome was about to speak, but Sasha placed a hand on his chest and quickly added, “I know your father didn’t order it, didn’t retaliate for your cousin Arthur and your uncle’s deaths, but it was Vitaly’s bullet in my mother’s chest. My father isn’t going to let that go.”
Rome had to accept that she was right, and he also knew his father wouldn’t just hand Vitaly over to Andrei. In a normal world, his cousin would be rotting away in a prison cell for the rest of his life, but they didn’t live in a normal world. If he had to offer up Vitaly’s head as a peace offering, then that would be his last job.
He didn’t tell Sasha, that however. “It’ll work out, baby. I promise you.” Rome hugged her close and nuzzled her neck.
Tomorrow, there would either finally be peace between their families, or everything would go to shit. Tonight, however, he could shut the world out and pretend that nothing and no one else existed besides him and Sasha. “Come home with me tonight?”
“Yes,” she answered against his lips, right before she kissed him.
