“Dad, what the hell?!” Joy’s voice comes into focus while everyone slowly picks themselves up off the floor.
“Finn, Jesus!” Velle barks. “This is my house, man!”
“Relax,” Finn grumbles. “If I wanted to hit ‘em, he’d be dead.”
The Ivory is rising to his feet, holding Angel behind him as he glares down at Joy’s father.
“That’s how it’s done, by the way, son,” Finn says pointedly to Velle. “If ye’d done that from the start, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“None of this is necessary,” The Ivory growls. “As you can see, your daughter is fine. And thewarisover.”
“Yea yea yea, I saw yer men leaving on meh way in,” Finn mutters. “Last I checked, when a war ends, everyone doesn’t all move in together like a big happy family.”
“You clearly haven’t met our family,” I grumble, cowering a bit when he glares at me.
“Daddy, we have a lot of catching up to do,” Joy says, attempting to usher her father away from The Ivory. “Why don’t you call off your goons and we can go have a drink in the garden?”
“Fine,” Finn grumbles. “Go get dressed. We’ll make ourselves at home.” He shoots a devious smirk up at The Ivory.
And a troop of big Irish dudes stalks through the mansion.
“Ugh… I thought we got rid of the mob,” I whine.
“Everyone alright?” Velle asks the room. Mostly Ivory and Angel.
“We’re fine,” Angel sighs, though he’s attempting to calm down his man, who’s visibly raging.
“I’ll fucking slice him from ear to—”
“Diablo. Shh,” Angel snaps.
“Who does he think he—”
“Enough.”
“I can’t even with how whipped he is,” I whisper to Dash.
“I know,” he sighs. “It’s nuts.”
“I’ll handle him. Don’t worry.” Joy darts up the stairs with her men.
“Maybe everyone just… stay away from the atrium for a few,” Velle breathes, racing up past Byron and Trevel who are coming down.
“You lads alright?” Trevel asks.
“Yea, we’re good,” I hum. “Just another day on the Isle with bullets flying around, right?”
Dash peeks at his father, who’s stomping off somewhere. “Yea… We’re probably gonna have to go soon.”
“Why?” Byron frowns.
“What do you meango??” I whine.
“I’m just missing Sobaka,” Dash says, gripping Kemper’s hand. “We can’t leave him with Nikki forever.”
“Please, he’ll be fine,” I grunt. “You can’t leave… we just got all reunited and shit.”
“Yea, and um…” Felix chimes in, visibly squirming.
