Dean wrapped his arm around his wife. “Yeah, Gideon. Come on, Rita.”
“This is bullshit,” she muttered as she stormed off toward the kitchen.
I lifted my brows at my brother and he nodded. “I’ll talk to her.”
“You do that.”
I made my way up the stairs. It was late, so I knew Owen and Olivia were in bed. I peeked into Owen’s room first. He was zonked out, one leg over the covers and the other under, his mouth open, snoring lightly. Olivia slept as if she were being graded on it. Where she was a wildfire during the day, she was a sleeping beauty at night.
I saw the light under the room Matteo was staying in. It was almost his bedtime, but I knocked anyway.
“Yeah?”
When I opened the door, he was at the desk drawing. “Hey, Matteo.”
“Hi, Uncle Gideon.”
“Whatcha drawing?”
He shrugged and tried to push it away, but I stopped him. Reluctantly he showed me, and I didn’t need to ask who it was. A man dressed in all black with piercing green eyes, flames surrounding him.
“You’re very talented.”
“I can’t stop thinking about him…dude was on fire.”
Yeah, that part was stumping me. It had only been two weeks, and if he’d had burns on his body—one, he wouldn’t be able to do the physical labor at the bar, and two, he’d be in pain. The man I’d seen tonight had appeared unfazed.
“I’m glad he was there—grateful, words I can’t seem to form, honestly.”
“Think we’ll ever see him again?” He smiled wide.
I didn’t want his happy bubble to burst. “You never know.” I handed the drawing to him. “Better get to bed before your mom comes up.”
“’Kay, night, Uncle Gid.”
“Night, Matteo.”
“Boss.” Alex was walking toward me as I exited Matteo’s room.
“What’s wrong?”
“The docks, the shipment is here.”
“What!” I raced to my office. “It’s set for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, Henry said that’s what he was told, but seems someone changed it so they could clean up.”
I slammed my hand on my desk, smashing my keyboard in half. “Motherfucker! Get everyone over there, now!”
“On it.” Alex left, and I picked up my desk lamp and threw it.
I’d contacted seven of the businesses Lorcan was pilfering from, paid their debts, and offered protection. Lorcan had likely gotten wind of it. This back-and-forth he was playing at would only end one way—with one of us dead, and it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be me.
I trusted Alex to get to the docks and stop whatever fuckery Lorcan was conjuring up, but it felt like my veins were on fire, my muscles tightening…I needed to fuck. Not make love, I needed to rage-fuck. I shut my office door and paced, drank some bourbon, lit a cigar…opening a window, of course. Nothing was working.
Green eyes invaded my mind. I fell onto my sofa, my cock rock hard. I hadn’t had sex with a man in a long time. After I’d met Ella I’d fallen hard and fast; she’d been my everything. She’d known I was bisexual, hadn’t cared, and I’d never strayed. Penn was the first person since Ella died that even got me excited.
Was it how beautiful he was or the fact that he’d almost died saving my children?Shit. I undid my pants and my dick sprang free, the tip red and angry.Fucking hell.
