The door to the restaurant swings open, and Ashton slowly comes waltzing in.
“Dada!” Zeke says to Ashton.
Apparently, that’s his new favorite word.
“Can I take him?” Ashton asks me as Zeke’s arms are out, waiting to be held by anyone but me.
My little traitor.
Reluctance ebbs from me.
Ashton is as much mafia as Dante. He wouldn’t have pushed the idea of marrying me if he didn’t follow orders.
But I don’t believe he’d hurt my son.
I’ve seen the way Ashton is with Zeke at home, chasing him around, playing peek-a-boo and tickle monster.
Zeke continues squirming until I relent.
“Yes,” I say and hand him over.
Ashton carries him to the play area of the restaurant, trying to keep him away from the fighting adults.
“You risked everything, even Kensley’s life. You were stupid telling her about the family,” Luca hisses and falls into the seat across from me.
Shit.
I never expected Kensley to tell anyone.
“Is Kensley okay?”
I could never forgive myself if Dante or his men did anything to her.
“When I left, she was locked up in Dante’s basement.” He tilts his head slightly, eyes tight, studying me.
This isn’t what I wanted.
If anyone should be chained up downstairs, it’s me.
This is my doing.
Running away from the wedding.
Leaving Luca.
Divulging mafia secrets.
I’m the one to blame, not Kensley.
“It’s not fair,” I whisper.
“Life isn’t fair. Quite a hard way to learn that lesson,” Luca scolds.
“I had to trust someone.”
He’s glaring at me and then steals one of my fries. “You were supposed to trust me!” He pops the food into his mouth and chews rather aggressively.
“You never would have let me go.”
