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“You’re a sick motherfucker, you know that,” I growl. “You’re going to murder two innocent children over money?”
“Well, he squandered the money he was given by his stepfather on whores and drugs,” Kon calls out. “The Bianchi name isn’t worth the paper it’s written on in the underworld. He killed his stepfather to get to the position of Don, but he’s been a complete disappointment.”
“Shut the fuck up. You know nothing,” Angelo spats.
“I know more than you think,” Kon counters. A double gunshot sounds from somewhere in the warehouse, and I can see blood spreading across the crisp white material of his shirt before he takes a tumble over the balustrade and lands with a loud thump on the concrete floor below. Mariah falls to the ground as well, a bullet fired by Kon through the back of her head.
The goons scramble, laying the children down on the ground as they grab for Sera, but she claws and kicks her way away from them. They finally give up and leave her alone, and when bullets start flying, she throws herself on top of the children, covering them with her body.
That’s my woman. I think proudly as I shoot my way up to the second floor, and I see Angel helping Sera to her feet, as she takes Willow into her arms and he picks up Finn.
That’s when I realize it must’ve been him that shot Angelo. We look across at each other, and I send him a silent thanks before I take Finn from his arms.
“Follow me.” The scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, but I push through the mounting bodies, my voice strains as I shout to Sera, urging her towards the front doors and freedom.
Once outside, I direct her to a small patch of grass under a shady tree where we could lay the kids down, its leaves rustling gently in the breeze, the innocence of it belying what had just transpired in the warehouse. The air rushing in and out of our lungs as we fought for breath.
Minutes pass, and finally my brothers and Kon appear, running to where we’re sitting on the grass. Kon passes me a bottle of water, and I trickle water into each of their mouths, hoping some hydration will hasten the effects of whatever sleeping pills they were given.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here. Everleigh can look them over when we get back to the compound,” Pops says. Everyone agrees, just as smoke billows from the roof of the warehouse. Good ol’ Pops’ trademark move. Leave no evidence behind.
Everyone moves to their respective sleds and vehicles as Sera places the children in the backseat of Kon’s car, making sure they were strapped in. Without a word, she sits with them, refusing to look at me.
Shaking my head, I go to my own sled, throwing my leg over it as I rev the engine and wait for Pops to take the lead. Tired and needing a shower, we ride back towards Briar Creek and home.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Seraphina
I open my eyes as the events of the last few weeks come rushing back. The sight that greets me isn’t of the room I share with Ky or his home. I've been staying in Zoe's guest room ever since everything went down at the abandoned warehouse.
I’d taken Willow and left, because I couldn’t handle the complete silence from Ky any longer. He’d pulled back from me, becoming distant, no matter how many times I’d apologize for my role in what happened that day.
I thought it easier to leave.
His lack of protest when I left made it clear things were irreparable.
I release a deep, resigned sigh as I throw back the covers, dressed in one of Ky’s T-shirts that envelops me from neck to knee as I pad barefoot into the bathroom to complete my morning ritual. With my morning breath brushed clean, I walk out of the room and go in search of my little girl, finding her in the kitchen, eating breakfast, a slow smile on my face when I see her.
But seeing Ky leaning against the kitchen island chatting calmy with Zoe and Chains, drinking coffee stops me in my tracks. My heart stutters in my chest when our eyes meet, and when he rakes those beautiful deep brown eyes over me, seeing me dressed in his T-shirt, his jaw ticks.
I’m left wondering what have I done now to anger him?
Well, he can kiss my ass.I think to myself. He’s virtually ignored me for these last few weeks, I’m not going to worry over anything he does or says. I return his silent perusal, taking in the way the T-shirt he’s wearing clings to the well-defined musclesunderneath with each movement, the jeans riding low on his hips. My eyes stop there as I quickly turn away to look at my daughter.
“Mommy!” she calls out, finally noticing me. “Auntie Zoe made scawmbled eggs.” She lifts her fork with the pillowy yellow goodness on it to show me, and I smile.
“I can see that,” I reply, walking farther into the room, accepting the cup of steaming hot coffee, Zoe hands me. I smile back gratefully, as I take a reviving sip.
“Do you make a habit of coming out of your room dressed in only a T-shirt while Chains is around?” he growls low.
I look down at myself, seeing I’m adequately covered, arching my brow, I lift my head and face him. “What does it matter to you how I’m dressed and who I dress for? You haven’t been around to notice.” I bite back.
“Oh, I’ve noticed, sweetness,” he drawls, a slow smile transforming his face. His smile is one of the things I love most about him.
That realization brings me up short.
I’ve known I’ve loved him for a long time now, but I’ve never voiced it, even if it’s just in my head. Placing the cup on the kitchen table, I force a bright smile. As I open my mouth to ask how Finn is, but chicken out. Needing to get away from the man that’s doing things to my equilibrium.