Santino nodded, a pained look on his face. I understood it, though. I’d been in here plenty of times, watching as Evan tried to force himself to watch the games. He’d made it a decent way into one before he just turned it off and stared at a wall. Having his dreams torn away from him hurt, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t break my heart. Even if he weren’t “dead”, he’d likelynever be able to play the way he once did since his shoulder had been practically pulled free from his body. Matteo had a surgeon repair it, but we all knew from the look on the man’s face that Evan would struggle with the fact that his football career was over.
“OK. Maybe a movie then?” Santino pressed.
“Yeah. Yeah, a movie would be good.”
Santino seemed to relax, which was good. I wasn’t a fan of the tension between them. Not that Evan seemed against Santino being there. Quite the opposite. He was overjoyed to see him, and they’d cried while holding one another for a long time.
I rose, deciding I didn’t want to intrude any longer.
Santino looked at me before getting to his feet and following me out.
“Tell Matteo that I will be staying with my son tonight,” Santino said.
I nodded. I expected that, and I was sure Matteo assumed it.
“I will let him know. He is happy to see you.”
Santino nodded. “Alessio, thank you. For saving him.”
I swallowed. “I will be honest. I wasn’t sure he’d live.”
“I know,” Santino said tightly. “But I am grateful you took the chance. These monsters will pay for what they did to my boy. For what they did to Matteo and me.”
“I expect nothing less. You have my gun.”
He eyed me before giving me a nod and backing away. And that was it. He returned to Evan, and I went upstairs. I stopped in Matteo’s office to see that he wasn’t inside. I assumed he was working the Bianca angle, which only gave me apprehension. Klaus was out looking for Rosalie.
We’d been all over this city for days with no news on her. It was as if she vanished into thin air. Alessandro and Klaus were both taking it hard, and I’d barely seen them since they spent alltheir time searching. I helped where I could and did the things Matteo needed me to do.
He’d given me the evening off after telling me to sit in with Santino and Evan for a bit.
Now, I wandered out to my car, the pull to see Indigo becoming far too strong. All I could think about was her soft kisses and delicate skin. The way she touched me. The way she looked at me.
I breathed out and got into my car before leaving Matteo’s estate.
I drove, forcing myself in the opposite direction of the palace, but I somehow ended up there after hours of aimless driving.
I tossed my keys to the valet and went inside. It was a busy night, and there were hundreds of the rich and overprivileged in the dungeon area, watching sex shows and strippers.
I took my seat that was reserved for the kings and looked around. One of the girls rushed over and brought me my usual.
“Are you here to see Indigo?” she asked.
I blinked at her question. “She does not work on Friday nights.”
“Um, s-she is. She’s in a private room with three new members?—”
I didn’t give her a chance to finish. I was on my feet and stalking to the private rooms, my heart in my throat.
Indigo never worked Fridays, and she certainly didn’t fucking work the rooms. She was a bona fide fucking waitress. Nothing more.
“Alessio,” Dean, one of the guards, greeted me as I stormed down the hall. “Do you need a room for the evening?—”
“Which room is Indigo in?” I demanded.
“Room seven. Sir, she’s in with new members?—”
I rushed forward and kicked in the door to room seven to find my woman on her back, and three men with their cocks out.
