When we walk into the living room, all eyes turn to me, making me feel awkward, and I’m sure they were talking about me when Bianca wipes a tear from her cheek.
Carter and I move to sit back down on the couch, and Knox grabs my waist and pulls me onto his lap. Kissing my neck softly as he whispers in my ear.
“I missed you, Tesoro.”
Laying my head back on his shoulder, I turn my face to his neck and inhale his scent.
“Sooo.”
I look across at Bones as he scratches his head, his eyes filled with confusion.
“All three of you then?” He asks, and all three of my men break out in laughter as my cheeks heat.
“All three of us,” Killian confirms, and they stare at us like we are insane.
Raven clears his throat, clearly wanting to change the subject.
“You can stay in the guest house so you’ll have more-“
Waving his hand in the air, he continues, “privacy. I’m going to reassign four of my guards to you. In the coming days, we will discuss how to handle this fight. Can we get Benji to look into all parties involved?”
It takes me a minute, but I figure out he’s talking to Bones when he nods.
“I’ll call him.”
He glances at Killian and offers an explanation.
“Benji is the best in the business with intel. If there’s information to be found, he’ll find it.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful for the help, not for me but for my men. There’s no doubt in my mind that this fight is a set-up, and the plan is to kill all of us. My father is not interested in money. This is revenge, plain and simple.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
KNOX
After everybody leaves, Raven and Bianca walk us out to the guesthouse. It’s dark, but there are lights in the yard illuminating a walking path and an expansive rose garden.
Heather places her hand over her chest and gasps in awe.
“So beautiful.”
Bianca rubs her large belly and turns to Heather with a smile.
“Feel free to come out here in the daylight. We want you to be comfortable here. There’s even a table in the garden if you want to eat out here.”
Taking my hand, her eyes meet mine, her gaze hopeful, as if she needs to beg me to go with her. This woman has me wrapped around her finger, and whatever she wants is hers. I don’t think she has figured it out yet, but she owns all three of us—body, mind, heart, and soul.
Heather stares at Raven as we step inside the guesthouse, her eyes questioning as she chews on her bottom lip, deciding whether she should ask her burning question or keep it to herself. I love this about her: that I can read her as well as my brothers.
“Raven, are you in the mafia?” She eventually blurts out. His lips lift into a smirk as he holds Bianca close to him, as if when he lets go she might disappear. It’s familiar.
“Yes. We are a mafia family.”
I remember Heather asking me before if we were mafia, and I said we weren’t and had no connection to these men. I truly believed that because our mother told us our father was the last Bonetti. We had no reason to believe otherwise—until now.
Holding her hands up, she grins back at him, her demeanor playful and fucking adorable.
“Please don’t make me swim with the fish. I wouldn’t look good in concrete, and I’m rather fond of my skin.”
