Pain shoots from my hand up my arm and my entire body tenses, but I bite my tongue in order to not make any noise. He won’t be getting whatever reaction he wants from me.
He pulls the blade out, and it hurts more coming out than it did going in. I suck in a breath through my nose as casually as possible, all while blood is pouring out of my hand and down onto the rusty metal arm of the chair.
“That’s all you got?”
15
Chapter Fifteen
Alessio
“Iswear this better be good,” Carmine says as he comes storming into the house, his suitcase in his hand. Soren walks in behind him, a rolling suitcase in his grasp.
I called both of them home early from their little getaway. Frankly, I don’t care if they’re irritated about it. This is far more important than them having some alone time. But honestly, I feel a little envious of them as well.
Carmine and Soren get to do whatever they desire. Go away and be alone together, no one telling them where and when they need to be, and no one forcing them to marry someone they’re not interested in.
Carmine could have told me to fuck off and not come home if he really wanted.
Thankfully, he didn’t.
“It’s good alright,” Tommaso says from beside me in the family room. All of my other brothers are with me. Tommy,Tiberi, and Cassian. We’ve been waiting on Carmine and Soren for at least an hour.
“Apparently, if all of you are here,” Soren comments as they set their things down at the doorway and remove their coats as they come in. Carmine tosses his coat onto the couch and then stands a few feet away from me with his arms crossed.
“What’s going on?” he asks. “Why does Tommy look like he’s ready to kick someone’s ass?”
I roll my eyes. “He always does…but this time it’s serious,” I tell him. “It’s about Eivor.”
Soren pauses while in the middle of taking his hat off, and then tosses his coat and hat near where Carmine’s are before walking over to us.
“What’s he done this time?” He looks tired of the situation already.
“I don’t know, but maybe you do?” I ask Soren, curious as to if he was part of this, if he knew anything. I doubt it. Considering Damian and I are pretty sure Rosalie doesn’t know…but you can never be too safe.
“What are you accusing me of?” Soren asks, his expression turning dark and stormy.
Carmine unfolds his arms and puts a hand on Soren’s chest. “Let us be calm about this,” he insists. “If Soren knew Eivor was up to anything, he would tell us.”
“He’d tell you,” Tommaso accuses. “That doesn’t mean he’d tell us.”
“Soren is a part of this family now,” Carmine insists, then glances at me. “He would tell us.”
“Yes, if I knew anything I would…but I don’t,” Soren replies. “Not that I’m surprised if he’s up to something.”
Tiberi sighs. “Tell them what you told us, Alessio,” he says with annoyance lacing his cool tone.
Cassian sits nearby on an ottoman with an uncertain look on his face.
“Eivor has been spying on us,” I explain. “He hired Damian to protect Rosalie, and spy on me. To find information about me, about Carmine, that will give him the upper hand in destroying us.”
Carmine blinks, and then looks toward the fire burning in the fireplace across the room. “Of course.”
“Son of a bitch,” Soren curses and takes a step to the side. “He can’t just play nice, can he?”
“Apparently not.” My jaw clenches as I think about the photographs that Damian found. I need to tell Carmine. But we haven’t spoken about what happened with our father before. So, I settle for telling him in as vague of a way as possible. Especially with the rest of our brothers there.
“Damian found information about us but—” I start, but Cassian speaks up.
