Lyndall
Just shouted have you snuck out. She says no, but you should check.
Me
Do your homework.
I put my phone down and realize Silas and Cade have stopped talking. I zero in on Cade as the heat rises up the back of my neck. "Why is Gino trying to impress your wife by offering protection for Lola?"
He laughs and shrugs. "She told him to protect his niece and Lola. It's a superpower. What can I say?"
A lot, and I could, too. But I don't.
Ever since Zayne threatened Gino, he's been on his best behavior, and he adores Vi. However, I don't ask him for favors. We're of the same family, yes, but he runs his arm his way, and future favors asked for will be collected if I know him.
I didn't ask.
"You know," Silas says, "I'd be more worried about Lola forgiving you than your mobster uncle extracting repayment."
"There won't be any repayment as I never asked for help." I pull the laptop closer and top up my drink.
Cade nods at me. "It's all good that there's extra protection, but I don't get why you're not doing more to show you're sorry."
Silas smirks. "He means to Lola, not to Gino."
I shoot him a glare. "Got that."
Silas refills his glass, then Cade's. "We're not getting anywhere here. You should be home, groveling your balls off and begging for her forgiveness."
"She's not ready to forgive," I mutter.
Cade pushes his glasses to the top of his head. "Because she's still under lock and key."
"For her own good."
He looks at Silas. "Definitely not groveling."
I growl. "If anyone should be groveling, it's Lola. After all, she's the reason Lyndall was taken in the first place. If anyone should be apologizing, it's her."
"To you?" Silas shakes his head.
I scowl. "No. To my sister."
Cade just sighs and sets his boots on the desk, holding his drink on his abs. "Thing is, Enzo, I've known you and Lyndall a long time. Lyndall for most of her life. And that girl's like you. Stubborn as fuck."
I swallow my drink. "And she's a kid, Cade."
"I'm pretty damn sure no one can make that kid do anything she doesn't want to. Seems to me like you're making excuses so you don't have to face up to the fact you royally fucked up."
"I did nothing of the sort." I open a screen on my computer but don't pay attention to it.
Silas nods. "Yeah. You did."
"I know you hate mentioning Cancun...for real, I mean. But why that girl, when there were others who were just as pretty and wild?"
I stare him down.
He raises his hand. "Okay, bad example. But you love to get into scrapes with girls, love to choose the safe ones who look risky or too hot to handle. And Lola is the antithesis. So, again, why her?"
