Something in his voice was…he was anxious. I thought about the two Romano brothers who cornered me in the kitchen a few weeks ago. “Am I in danger?”
He just stared.I’ll take that as a yes.
I began walking down the hallway, and he followed behind. The walk to my room was silent, but that wasn't what concerned me. Collin and I never really shared many conversations, so that didn’t bother me.
What bothered me was that the halls were empty.
My blue-eyed demon didn’t have much staff to begin with, but the house was deathly quiet tonight. Come to think of it, Bella hadn’t checked in on Hals and me.
“Where is everyone?” I asked as we came up to my bedroom door.
Wordlessly, he opened it and gestured for me to come inside. He was closing the door behind me, but I stopped him, grabbing the door. He looked at me, and I knew his patience was wearing thin. “Col.”
“Everyone is downstairs,” he answered.
“Why are you locking me in my room?”
“To protect you.”
My hand slipped at his response, and the door closed. I stared at the dark wood of the door as my brain fired off questions, but one stuck out against the rest.
Who was he protecting me from?
The answer: Ray Romano.
The Dark King had entered the building.
Chapter Eight
Collin
“There you are,boy.”
The Dark King was here.
In my home.
The last place I wanted him to be.
It had been a long fucking day. After I left my angel to reunite with Haley, I flew to Boston. Ray wanted me to look into Charles’ disappearance, and I went to the one place the man always crawled back to.
Boston.
Charles’ son, Gabriel, was murdered by theDoctoraka my old pal Kevin a few months ago. Gabriel wanted to play for the Red Sox, but his talents were needed on the West Coast. However, in the five years I'd been serving the Romano family, I had come to learn that wasn't the only reason why Gabriel wanted to be in Boston.
He had a lover.
The star pitcher of the Red Sox.
After Gabriel’s death and his father’s punishment, Fenway Park was visited frequently by the leader of the West branch. Boston was the last place he was seen, and I went there to investigate, because apparently, I was a fucking cop now.
Ray Romano was in my home, barging in here after the lies he had spilled to me. While he was across the pond mourning his piss-poor excuse of a son, I was here…running everything—almost everything. My guard was up higher than normal, because I needed to keep him away from the girls.
I had to.
When he was recovering from Davenport’s stab wound, he didn’t know about Karina’s presence. I didn’t want to bring him here in the first place, but I had no other choice. My plans went up in flames the second Gwen threw her dagger at him. I kept Romano and Karina on opposite sides of the building, as well as the staff.
Threatening their lives also helped keep my secrets intact.
