“No, but I can guess,” Seb grumbles. “With that fucking De Luca chick.”
Shit.
Normally, I wouldn’t give a flying fuck whose panties Carson is trying to get into. But Gabriella’s brother Nero is…well…like us.
Utterly fucking insane. Not to mention violent, unpredictable, and powerful.
I exhale. “Okay, let me track him down and?—”
My phone dings with a notification, pulling my attention to an incoming text.
Evelina
I’d love to see you. Could you meet me today at Café Boulud?
It’s ridiculous and more than a little embarrassing how quickly I respond.
Me
When?
Evelina
11:30?
Me
Done.
Gideon is looking right at me when I glance up again.
“How aboutIfind Carson. You seem…occupied.”
I start to open my mouth to protest, but he shakes his head. “All good, man. Go do your thing. I’ll tell Carson to keep his hands off psycho Nero’s kid sister.”
I go utterly stillwhen my gaze slides from Evelina to the other two people sitting at the table that the host at Café Boulud just escorted me to.
Val…andMorgan.
My father smiles warmly if a little weakly as he stands. Yeah, he knows how I feel.
My eyes drag back to Evelina, who winces a bit as she grins at me.
If she thinks this is a cutesy surprise, she’s dead fuckingwrong.
“Vaughn,” Morgan says, clearing his throat. “I just want to?—”
“Nope.”
I spin on my heel and start to walk away.
“C’mon, man!” Val runs in front of me and plants his hands on my chest. “Will you just stop for a second?!” He scowls at me. “It’s just fuckinglunch.”
“Which I’m happy to sit down for,” I growl. “Just as soon as that rat-fuck you’re with vacates the premises.”
His eyes narrow. “He’s ourfather?—”
“I’m going to pretend I didn't hear that.”
