ENZO
While I've beenan idiot in the past, I'm not about to be one now. If I can help it. I'm going to be a father, after all.
In the morning, I drop my pregnant woman off at work, this time with two people to protect her. There are also two people outside watching the building, and the guard who assigns badges and lets people in is one of the men I've pinched from my father.
Of the two keeping guard in the office, one is a woman, and I've made it clear to Lola that anywhere she goes, the woman goes.
She was a little tight-lipped when I let her out of the car, but too bad. She's having my baby. I want them both alive and well.
She's got the same freedom that Lyndall has.
Sort of.
Lyndall doesn't really go anywhere, as most of her friends are at boarding school, and those that go to fancy Manhattan schools are caught up in their work, too.
Or maybe it's Lyndall who is caught up. Who needs tohave her muttered excuses so she can then concentrate on her true passion, her violin.
But my point is, if Lyndall wanted to go to something with a friend, it would be with guards.
I don't think she's under threat, but fucked if I know what's going on in that prick Dom's mind. I can't find him to torture it out of him.
And yeah, I'm also self-aware enough to know that me being so iron-fisted with Lola isn't a good look. But that's the thing, her protection and safety come ahead of my happiness.
Because I'm aware now, painfully so, that everything she's said to me—everything about how she forgives me and how she wants to move on—doesn't quite jibe with everything she told me.
The sense of betrayal. The fact I could have and didn't tell her the truth.
But now I have. She knows all the truths.
And the moment I find out anything about Lyndall's parentage...if I still go ahead with looking, I'll tell them both.
But not before.
A "what if" and a "maybe" are not a secret held, and they're not truth.
I sigh, hurrying to the subway to go to Cade's place.
The loft is big, and it's different from my place. But sometimes, I need that change of scenery, and the server we have there now is good to use to do hardcore work when we need to. It throws off the scent from anyone good enough and dedicated enough to unravel the way our VPN bounces.
My phone buzzes as I approach the subway.
Lola
Really, Enzo?
I don't need to ask. I know what she's on about.
Me
It's Sir, and yes, really.
Lola
Not playing. She followed me to the bathroom. Stood outside the door.
There's no one else on this floor!
I grin, I can't help it. As I said, I have a Lola fetish, and Lola being feisty is hot as fuck.
