“Whatever she wants.”
Cairo nods, relaying the message back to his father that we’re holding off until Bay’s ready to start giving out orders.
Orders.
How far that beautiful creature has come now that we’ve tangled ourselves into a web. I told that woman I wasnevergoing to bow down to her, and here I am. Waiting impatiently behind a chipped door until she’s better to start barking out commands.
“He’s out scouting,” Cairo says, earning me to glimpse over my shoulder at him. “Ozzy.”
“Who’s in the room with her right now?”
“Juice and Hot Rod.”
“Where’s Reeve?” Cairo shrugs, giving Lorenzo a “yes” at whatever question he’s been asked. “Does he know?”
My brother shakes his head. “I didn’t want to send him a text with it.”
I bow my head. “I’ll go get him.He at the house?”
“Yeah. I locked him in his room.” One of my eyebrows lifts in surprise. “I don’t give a fuck. We don’t need any more fucking problems.”
“I’m not arguing. I’m just…” I have no words.
“I’ll call you later, Pops,” Cairo says, hanging up his cell before signing to me, “I’m tired of him. Now this. Then his dad, who he hasn’t gone and seen, by the way.”
“I don’t think Luther is going to remember him anyway.”
“Maybe not. But the more we keep him sedated, the more time that goes by?—”
“I’ll talk to him.You worry about Bay, and I’ll…handle Reeve.”
Cairo’s face doesn’t hold as much confidence in my plan as I would like. “Right. That’s a big job.”
“So is she.”
“Hence why we need to handle this together.”
I rock my head back and forth. “Not yet. It’s still fresh. She needs space. I’m afraid if she remembers what she gave me, she’ll have me taken out right there.”
“Yeah…about that…” His forehead furrows as though I had something to do with it. “Watch your fuckin’ ass. Don’t go ordering them around?—”
“I’m half-deaf. Not suicidal.”
“You sure about that?Because your track record is fucked.”
“I got this. You worry about Bay, and I got the rest.” He sighs. “Trust me on this one. I know Bay Astor. There’s a right time to push. Another to insert your feelings. And the ultimate where she hasn’t seen you in a minute and all the anger she had dissipates.”
My brother stares at me for a long moment before signing, “You two are fucking impossible.”
“Impossibly meant to be together.”
Because I know she loves me.
Still does.
She would’ve died with the secret of carrying my child until her last breath. I wouldn’t have known any different, yet she still had the respect to tell me. She gave me power I could use to fuck this entire game up, but she knows I won’t.
That’s a love language where we come from. Bay still cares about me, whether she likes it or not.
