“Wanted. I’ve lived a life of loneliness until you, Carter. That night you found me changed my entire world. I could have gone without being shot with a dart, but I am glad I have you. However, it happened.”
Heather was so pissed that night, but it had to happen that way. There was no other choice.
“You understand now why I did it, right?”
She nods slowly as Bea brings our coffees and sets them in front of us.
After she walks away, Heather whispers, and I know it’s because she’s protecting my privacy. This woman is always more concerned about me than she is herself.
“So I wouldn’t touch you.”
I nod with confirmation.
“So you wouldn’t touch me.”
Killian clears his throat after taking a sip of his coffee, ready to move on to business.
“Okay, Killer, who is Raven? And why should we trust him?”
After wrapping her hands around her cup, she takes a long drink before answering Kill.
“I’m not saying you should trust him, but I do. He hasn’t given me reason not to. To make a long story short, when I was in Wellard Asylum, he was there. He and my good friend, Bianca, were there when I was. Anyway, he broke us out. And killed so many people, including her doctor, because he was hurting her badly. Raven is not a good guy, per se, in fact, he’s kind of crazy, but he never hurt me. At least, I don’t believe hewould. His last name is Bonetti, but you said before that you don’t have Bonetti relatives.”
Killian raises a brow and shakes his head.
“Our bloodline ended with our father. He’s dead, so now there’s only us unless we have children.”
Heather blanches but doesn’t say a word. Now I know. She wants children but cannot have them. My pretty little overthinker is likely wondering if we want kids she can’t give us. I’d love to put a baby in her belly, but I can live without children as long as I have her. Who am I kidding? How unfair would it be to a child to not be able to touch their father? The last thing I need is for my own kids to know how much of a crazy fucker I am.
“How do we get in contact?” Knox asks, and Heather is quick to reply.
“I can call Bianca. I haven’t talked to her in so long, but I miss her anyway.”
Rising from my seat, I nod, “You can call her on the way. We need to get back on the road. Staying in one place for too long could be dangerous.”
I put money on the table, and Bea brings out a to-go cup of coffee to Heather, and she beams at the waitress.
“Forever my hero, Bea. Thank you so much.”
Bea looks at me and my brothers skeptically, likely wondering which one is her boyfriend, so I answer her question.
“All three of us.”
“Carter!” she squeals as we walk out to the car, the three of us laughing. It feels normal to me, so I don’t see anything to be shocked or embarrassed about. People judge shit they don’t understand when really only one thing matters.
She’s happy.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
THE HEATHEN
We get into the backseat, and Knox hands me his phone.
“Do you remember her number?”
I start dialing, and he laughs.
“I guess so.”
