You good?
Not even slightly.
I straighten anyway, nodding.
He opens it.
Light floods in.
A suite. Full. Every head turns.
My father’s eyes snap to mine.
Too slow to hide the surprise.
That’s right motherfucker.
I’m here.
Chace steps in like he owns the place. “Private party,” he says casually, “or can anyone join?”
Nice.
Wish I’d thought of that.
Guns rise instantly.
I barely notice.
Niko leans back, whiskey in hand. “You might want to look at who you’re aiming at.”
“My son,” my father says coldly.
“Not much of a father, though,” Niko replies. “Considering my nephew’s been with him since he was seventeen.”
A flicker of hesitation.
“Lower your weapons,” my father orders.
I step forward, vision narrowing.
“Valentino,” Niko adds, voice sharp. “My brother’s heir.”
“You don’t inherit that,” my father snaps.
Chace cuts in, calm and lethal. “Your son is under our protection. His wife too.”
“I don’t care.”
My gaze sweeps the room.
No Sera.
Something inside me fractures.
The world narrows to one point.
Him.
