Me: Russo, we gotta talk about Henry. Call me when you get this.
“Do you want to hold Justin?” Peyton asks, forcing me to look up from my phone.
I texted my brother, asking if they were up for company, and of course, he said I was welcome anytime. So, I brought breakfast, figuring they could use a ready-to-eat meal since they’ve been a little busy with their four-year-old and newborn twins.
“Nah.” I chuckle, pocketing my phone. “Pretty sure I would break him or drop him.”
Peyton looks like she’s about to argue again when my phone buzzes in my pocket at the same time Daniil, one of Dominick’s guards, walks in.
“Boss,” he says to Dominick, “we have an issue.”
Great. Those words spoken from Daniil are never good.
“What’s going on?” Dominick asks as I walk over to join them.
The last thing my brother needs is to deal with shit with newborns at home. Whatever is going on, I’ll handle it.
“The police are here,” Daniil says, “and they’re looking for Matteo. They have a warrant for his arrest.”
Fucking fabulous. Just what I needed this morning.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask the officer.
He steps inside and starts reading me my rights, but when he gets to the part about why I’m being arrested, I can’t help but scoff.
“Really? Money laundering? That’s what you guys have on me?”
I glance at Dominick, and before they handcuff me, I reach into my back pocket and drop my phone into his houseplant so the police don’t have access to it.
He nods once, telling me he saw what I did and that he’ll handle it.
“You know this shit isn’t going to stick,” I tell them as they walk around to cuff me.
“Just doing my job,” the officer says with a chipper tone that tells me he’s taking great delight in arresting me.
When we get to the police station, I’m booked and given a black jumpsuit to indicate maximum security.
“Where’s your phone?” Hugh, the district attorney, asks.
“No idea.” I shrug. “Besides, isn’t this a bit under your pay grade?”
He glares at me, and I note to have Dominick look into him. He’s never been a problem before, but it’s clear by him being here that he was on board with this shit. It might be the judge who signs off on the arrest, but it’s the district attorney who decides what charges to file.
Rather than taking me back, they bring me into a room, where our attorney, Michael, is already waiting for me.
“Talk to me,” I tell him.
“It’s not good,” he says. “And I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get you out of this.”
6
Daniella
One Hour Ago
“Daniella, are you ready yet?”Henry yells from across the house.
Ever since we arrived in Harbor Point a couple of days ago, he’s been on edge, and it’s starting to make me uncomfortable. I’ve read that every couple has a honeymoon phase, and once it’s over, one’s true colors start to show more vividly, but I’m really questioning if I even know Henry’s colors at all.
