“Ambros?”
“Yeah, Citi, it’s me.”
I tip my head up to look, but a blurry image over his shoulder catches my eye.
Capone.
“You did good, Citi. Real fucking good. Proud of you. Now go live that happily-ever-after shit you deserve. Do it for both of us.”
He presses his hand to his heart, and then he’s gone.
Which is precisely when my legs give out.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
AMBROS
Citi staresout the window as the rain pelts the glass, hand idly running through Star’s hair, her head resting on Citi’s lap while she sleeps.
“How they doing?”
I turn at the sound of Havoc’s voice and take the mug of coffee he offers me.
“They’re right there and yet they might as well be a million miles away.”
“I know the feeling,” he says. His eyes are on Circus, who sits at another table, head in his hands, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of him.
“How did things unravel so fucking fast, Havoc?”
He shakes his head, his eyes drifting around the room, which is as somber as I’ve ever seen it.
“I don’t know, Ambros. I wish I did.”
“What do we do now?”
He looks at me, taking a sip of his own drink before answering. “Blade, King, and Inigo are on their way down to deal with the cave. They’ll bring Capone home.”
I nod. What else is there to do?
“Think she’ll talk to us? I know it’s a fucking shit time to ask, but I need to know?—”
“If the danger has passed. I’ll ask.”
I look around and don’t notice the club girls. “Is it just the old ladies and brothers here?”
Havoc nods. “I sent the club girls to the motel for the night, and Theo has Hero upstairs in Midas’s old room. Why?”
“I think she might be more comfortable talking where she is. I doubt she’s going to want to let Star out of her sight anytime soon.”
“Alright, good point. I’ll talk to the guys quietly so that they can move a little closer. I don’t want to spook her any more than what she is.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey, Ambros.”
I turn at the sound of Nevaeh’s voice. Her face is pale and her cheeks streaked with dried tears as she holds out a mug of hot chocolate for me.
“I’ve tried to approach, but she just tenses. I don’t want to push her.”
