When Alba starts to fuss, we say our goodbye so she can breastfeed in private, and then we head out to lunch—since we never ate, choosing sex over sustenance—where I tell him about my plans to have North Harbor Point Pilates renovated.
“There’s just so much potential,” I tell him, taking a bite of mychicken salad sandwich. “I’m bringing in a Pilates expert, and we’re going to go over what the ideal studio would look like. Then, I’ll get it all put together and submit the plans for bids from contractors.”
Kane looks at me with a smile, and I squirm in my seat.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I just love to see the passion in your eyes. I’m not an expert on Pilates, but if you need anything, let me know.”
“Thank you.” I glance over at Daniil standing in the corner of the restaurant and throw my napkin onto my plate, stuffed. “Hopefully, my brothers will figure out who this asshole is so we can go back to our normal lives.”
Because of the attack, Dominick has put his family on lockdown, and once Dani is home from the hospital, she’s promised Matteo she won’t leave until they figure out who has been terrorizing our families.
“Speaking of your brothers,” Kane says, pulling his credit card out of his wallet and handing it to the waitress, “after lunch, I want to go by Dominick’s house to talk to him about all this.”
My brows shoot to my forehead at the thought of Kane and Dominick working together. “Do you want me to go with you?”
“No. I want you to go home and focus on your Pilates studio. And once I’m done, I was thinking you could give me a private class in the gym.”
He waggles his brows playfully, and I bark out a laugh.
“It’s your funeral.”
He quirks a brow. “Going to see your brother or the Pilates class?”
“You’re a dead man regardless.” I laugh. “If Dominick doesn’t kill you, Pilates will.”
22
Kane
“I don’t havetime to bullshit right now,” Dominick says, walking out his front door and toward his SUV. “The mayor is hiding out at his house, and I’m going to pay him a visit.”
“Then it’s perfect timing.” I walk around to the passenger side of his vehicle. “I was here to ask what we’re doing about this bitch who went after our women.”
Dominick stops and stares at me. “Our women?”
“Brielle was there.”
“I know, but I wasn’t aware she wasyour woman.”
“In a week’s time, she’ll be my wife. She’s every bit my fucking woman, and I’m not going to sit back while some crazy bitch keeps going after her.”
“Get in,” he says. Once we’re in and he turns the car on, he adds, “I see Brielle has you believing it’s a woman as well.”
“I’m not an expert on relationships, but I’ve learned over the years that women tend to be smarter than men, so if they believe it’s a woman, I’m not going to count it out.”
“Your brother ever mention working with a woman?”
“Only woman I knew he was working with was Hillary, but he didn’t tell me. I was keeping tabs on him, trying to make sure hedidn’t do anything stupid. Not that it did much good once he lost his shit.”
“Fucking cunt,” he mutters. “I can’t believe she sank her claws into Lorenzo. Thank God he got away from that bitch.”
I chuckle but keep my thoughts to myself since Lorenzo obviously hasn’t told anyone about Hillary showing up and forcing him into an insta-family.
“Anything on Carlos Santiago?” I ask, changing the subject.
I looked him up, but everything regarding him has been wiped from the internet.
