“I want a divorce!”
“You are not running away from me again, woman.”
I looked up as Kingston shouted into his phone. I hadn’t realized he’d returned. “Just fucking come back. Alone!”
He stepped between Hemlock and the three angry men and growled, “Back the fuck off!”
“Son.”
“Don’t fucking say it, Sal. Dec is on his way, and none of you are talking to her until after I fucking do. So again, back the fuck off.”
Sal stepped back, grumbling. Charles gave me one last look that promised he wasn’t done with me. Kane, on the other hand, refused to budge. He was different now. Harder. Angrier than I’d ever seen him. Kingston crossed his arms over his chest. “Do I need to go get Jackson?”
Was Jackson here? Were both my boys in one place?
Growling, Kane glared at my son before he stormed off.
“Declan is here?” I didn’t ask about Jackson. I wasn’t ready for that yet. If I were being honest, I wasn’t ready to talk to Kingston either.
Ignoring me, Kingston asked, “Where is he?”
“At my brother’s house.” Sal smirked. I knew he meant Duncan. Brian told me about Tyran. That Sal knew what he’d done. But I knew he didn’t know all of it. No one did.
Kingston pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to Hemlock. “Did you know who I was before you walked into my fucking house?”
Hemi nodded, and I sighed. This was not how I wanted my boys to meet. Hemi wasn’t like Sham. He didn’t like people. He didn’t trust them. When he met James and told me he was joining him, I was shocked. But James had been good for Hemi. He’d brought him back after the death of his twin.
“Asshole,” Kingston growled.
A few minutes later, Declan walked in. I knew immediately it was him. He always favored Sal more than his father, Curran. Curran O’Rourke was a good man. I’d wanted him to raise my son. I was devastated when he and Kathleen passed away.
“What’s going on, King?” Declan looked around the room. When his eyes landed on mine, I smiled. “Darcy?” he whispered, before he hauled me against him. I held on tight. I’d always loved Declan. He was such a good kid. Duane’s best friend. “Holy fuck!” he hissed as he looked at Kingston.
“I need you to take her home,” Kingston ordered firmly. “I can’t deal with this right now.”
Declan looked at Sal and then nodded at Kingston. I couldn’t help but wonder what their relationship was like—after what I’d done. “Let’s go. My wife is going to have a coronary.”
“Dec.” King pulled on Declan’s arm.
“I’ll handle it, little brother.”
Kathleen had promised to raise Kingston as her own. I knew my son had grown up believing his uncle was his brother, and if I’d had my way, he never would have known the truth.
Declan drove us back to his house. The ride was mostly silent aside from Declan’s muttering.
“We thought you were dead.”
“I know.”
“Do you have any idea what that did to your family?”
I didn’t answer. I stared out the window thinking about my family. I knew my family would be hurt, but the safety of my children was more important.
We pulled up in front of a cute little cape that reminded me of home in New England. Declan got out of the car and walked up the steps. I guess the happiness of seeing me had worn off and anger had taken its place. Declan opened the door and spoke to whoever was inside.
“Could you put the baby in the bassinet?”
“Why?” a woman asked.
