“I’m going to take a shower,” I announce and get to my feet, only to whimper and drop back down on the couch.
Shit.I might have twisted my ankle.Gritting my teeth, I slowly get to my feet this time and shuffle in the direction of the door.
“What’s wrong?”Floris asks, a hint of worry in his voice.
“You have your orders,” I snap.“So, you watch, asshole, and don’t worry...I’m not going to run off, I’m going to my room for a shower.”
Pain is shooting through my leg and I’m now sure I twisted the damn thing.I sigh in relief when I reach my room and can slam the door in Floris’s face.A sob rips from me when I reach the bed.I want nothing more than to crawl into it and sleep this terrible day away, but I can’t.
Gritting my teeth, I start to strip away my dirty clothes and hop in the direction of the bathroom.It takes some effort to balance myself while I get a quick shower, but I make it work.My ankle is throbbing by the time I’m dressed in yoga pants along with an oversized sweater and crawl into bed.
My eyes sting and another sob rips from my throat.Tears start to fall, and my emotions go haywire with everything that happened today.The things my father...no, not my father.The man who raised me, who I thought was my father isn’t.He killed my mother or had her killed; either way her blood is on his hands.
And what the freaking hell just happened with my brother?Nothing seems right and nothing makes sense.I need a minute to breathe, to get my thoughts straight, all while the world keeps spinning.
I really want to talk to my friend right now.Bri would always give her opinion, even if it didn’t help, she was there for me.I miss her.Sobs shake my body as I cry into the pillow.Nothing feels right anymore.It’s as if I’ve lost grip on reality.
My gaze slides to the phone sitting on my bedside table.I could call Bri, just to hear her voice.But what would I say?I can’t pull her into this mess and put her life in danger.A phone rings and I have to wipe my eyes to get rid of the blur caused by the tears.
How strange.I’m looking at my phone but that’s not the one ringing.The sound is coming from the pile of dirty clothes, and I reach for it to roam through it.A burner phone I don’t recognize is in my hands and I glance at the incoming message.
My eyes go wide when I realize it’s from my brother.He must have put it in my pocket when he hugged me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
–FIERO –
So many damn emotions are running through me.The most surprising one?Fear.Motherfucker.Seeing a gun pressed to Quinn’s head made the world a completely distorted version.Not having her in my life would be incomprehensible.There is no in between, you fight or give up, you fight or you die.
Quinn fought.I watched her put her own life on the line, the life of our unborn child, and fought to get free from her brother.He let her go, because he could have easily held on or pulled the trigger.Micah didn’t and instead he turned the gun on the man next to him; the one who would have shot Quinn if Micah didn’t kill him.
Almost losing the family business was a bad day.Today?Today was the worst day of my life, while nothing was lost.It’s why I made sure Quinn was safe before I took a moment for myself to get my head straight.
Normally I’d check my rolodex and order people to handle shit.Now I wanted to think less and just do.A killing spree would be nice.Except, I wouldn’t even know where to start because Cillian is nowhere to be found, and it’s pissing me off.
I glare at Floris who is leaning against the wall right next to Quinn’s room while I’m pacing.One of my men is currently following the guy who got away.Micah?The not-related asshole who had a gun to my wife’s head is currently locked up in my basement.
