What good will it do me? Why would I need to know? It’ll be a name I don’t recognize anyway, and if it’s something Malakai thinks I need to know, he’ll tell me.
“I’m sorry,” Malakai’s voice startles me. He’s been quiet this whole time so hearing his voice is a surprise.
I turn to him, “Why?”
“This isn’t how I wanted this trip to end.”
“It’s okay,” I shrug, “You need this more than I do.”
“Why?”
“Because knowing doesn’t change anything.” I say, sipping my wine, “Knowing won’t take it back. And this is your domain, not mine. Knowing will make me spiral when I know none of it was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” He confirms. “It’s mine.”
“It won’t happen again,” I say confidently.
“Never.” He assures, placing his phone down on the table in front of us, “And I will handle it.”
“I know you will,” I swallow, “Just don’t tell me, okay?”
He softens and reaches for me. I put the wine down and let him drag me closer, tucking me into the side of him as he presses a kiss to my forehead. “You’re much too good for me, Olivia.”
I laugh softly, “We both know that already.”
His chuckle vibrates through my body, “Good thing I’m much too selfish to let you go.”
I turn my head up, letting him see my expression, my emotion, “Good job I don’t care if you think you’re not good enough or if I’mtoogood. I want you regardless.”
Against my better judgement. Against everything I know of good and evil.
I can’t help it.
My heart sings for him. All of him.
His eyes bounce between mine before he lifts a hand and traces my bottom lip with his thumb, eyes dropping to watch it.
“I’ll give you the world, Olivia, you just need to ask.”
But I don’t want the world.
Just this with him.
Chapter Fifty-eight
The steady thump of my shoes is the only thing that keeps me sane. It’s the rhythmic tap of them against the hard wood flooring that keeps my pace the way it is.
I’ll know who tried to hurt my wife in less than five minutes, I’ll have the name and the details, and I’ll be plotting my revenge.
I didn’t come straight here when we got home, instead I spent the time with Olivia, touching her, holding her, just to make sure she is still with me even though we are home.
She is, her kisses are just as passionate, her touch just as soft. She is now mine completely.
I push open the door to the drawing room, finding the guys waiting for me immediately. Dean sits with a laptop open and resting on his knees, while Bastnurses a whiskey – from my fucking stash – and Killian scrolls on his cell.
“Name.” I demand the moment I close the door.
“Hank.”
