"Hey, Luc," Tori said, stepping into the room. "Dante called." She stood by the door and looked at Mia. "I thought maybe I could keep an eye on Mia, and you can go sort out what you need to. How's that sound, Mia?"
I looked back to my girl who was now sitting on the bed. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she looked so small.
"I won't be far," I told her. "I swear to God, Mia." I didn't want to leave her, but I needed to make sure this was sorted properly. There was a body to remove and the room would need to be cleaned thoroughly. Then there was all the evidence of Stefan coming to the house to be destroyed and a cover up to be planted to make the death look like it had nothing to do with us. I would have dumped his body without a second thought, but Mom would never forgive me for that. I wasn’t entirely sure she’d forgive me for taking the parting shot.
"Okay," Mia said, voice trembling. I pressed a firm kiss on her forehead and left the room.
When I walked back into the living room, Dante, Dom and Gabe were standing there talking.
"What happened?" Dom asked.
"Stefan got into the house. I don't know if she let him in or what, but he attacked her. He fucking went for her," I said, the anger bubbling to the surface. I clenched my jaw so tight that I could feel the pain course through it.
"Honestly, I'm surprised you only put two bullets in him," Gabe said.
His comment reminded me of something. I stalked past the three of them to where Mia had been and picked up the gun, turning it over in my hands slowly.
"This isn't mine," I said as I studied it. The drawer Mia must have pulled it from laid on the ground where my gun sat inside.
"Are you sure?" Dante asked.
"There aren't any others in the house that aren't yours," Dom said.
Gabe stepped forward. "Lucas."
I looked at the gun in my hands again before I focused my eyes on Gabe. "Do you know something about this, Gabriel?"
Gabe hesitated. "It was a gift," he said eventually.
"You gifted her a gun?!" I yelled.
"Someone had to!" Gabe told me. "And it's fucking lucky I did, considering what happened here."
I walked up to him. It was always done the Moretti way. They didn't think the whole thing through but waded in with what they thought best and had little regard for the consequences.
"Because of you, Mia is up there thinking it's her fault Stefan is dead."
I aimed the gun at Gabe, but Dante stepped in front of him.
"Move, Dante!" I ordered.
"Luc, think this through," Dante said, holding strong.
"I mean it, or I'll shoot you as well." His loyalty to Tori was going to earn him a bullet if he didn’t move aside.
"Luc! Seriously!" Dante implored.
I tipped the barrel of my gun downwards and shot at Dante's feet, making him jump but he still refused to move.
"I'm being serious," I told him calmly.
Dante took measured steps towards me, his body still shielding Gabe. He knew I wouldn't shoot him. Hurt him? Sure, but I wouldn't kill him over this. We were brothers in everything but blood. Dante stood in front of me now and spoke to me in a low and serious tone.
"You need to clear your head," he told me. "You need to think about what's next. Killing Gabe is only going to bring more trouble. You need to speak to your Mom."
"I'm not leaving Mia," I replied.
"I'll stay with her," Dante tried to reassure me. "You need to clear this up. Trust me." Dante held out his hand and I hesitated before handing the gun over to him.
