COLE
Ewas acting weird. So was Enzo. Last night had been a rough night of killing. Enzo had lost it to the point where one guy was basically a ball of mush, and I had to pull him away. Enzo had fallen to his knees and hung his head, covered in blood.
I thought maybe he was crying, but when he stood again, he simply moved to the next guy, face dry, and hacked off his head before placing it into a box to send to Virelli with a severed arm, complete with a wedding ring on the finger.
Had that man not been accused of killing and raping a pregnant woman only days ago, I may have shed a tear.
I was glad to be home with my family now, even if it was weird and no one was talking.
But I had Rosalie, Ellis, Laz, and my twins nestled safely away, so I was happily enjoying my dreams coming true.
And in a week, I’d find out their paternity, but it really didn’t matter because I’d already claimed them. I’d pulled some strings and spent a hell of a lot of money to get the results in days, not weeks.
So I was feeling pretty damn smug, and wasn’t about to let shit bring me down, not even the nonsense about Enzo having an affair with Rosalie. She was mine, and he damn well knew it. He’d made his choice, but I was glad to see the last few interactions with them had gone smoothly and they weren’t arguing.
In fact, I caught her stealing looks at him a few times.
It made me uneasy, though, because while I wanted all of us to happen, I also knew how Enzo felt. He said he wasn’t going to pursue anything, and I believed him. I didn’t want her to get her hopes up only for him to shit on them. E wasn’t coming either. I was trying to deal with that because I knew I had to leave my brothers at some point soon.
The doorbell rang, and I answered it to find Dom standing there with Fallon and their twin monsters.
“Hey, guys,” I greeted them, giving them our handshake as the twins raced past me, shouting for Riot.
“Hey, how you doing?” Dom asked.
“Good. Great,” I said, grinning at him as the kids continued to shout.
Fallon smirked knowingly at me as I led them into the living room.
Riot turned on the stool he was sitting on next to Ellis in the kitchen and looked at the twins as they raced toward him.
“Oh, it’s Ellis!” Kingston shouted. “Ellis! I have to tell you something!”
Riot frowned, seemingly upset, as Ellis slid off her stool to greet the twins. I wasn’t surprised she knew the twins already, given Dom and Anson were fairly close.
“I told my dad that I want to be a ballerina too!” Kingston proclaimed proudly. “My mom said I can learn!”
Ellis’s eyes lit up at his words.
“Now I can dance with you whenever I want,” Kingston continued, grinning wildly.
I glanced at Fallon, who winked at me.
“Not happening, Vasiliev,” I muttered.
“We could arrange the marriage now,” Fallon teased. “All he talks about is Ellis. The boy has it bad. He begged for ballet lessons. I’m not overly excited about it, but he sure as hell is. Bianca enrolled him last week, and he starts Monday.”
“He’s five,” I said. “He doesn’t know what he’s feeling.”
“I don’t know.” Dom laughed softly. “Both the boys seem rather taken with her. Sante isn’t interested in dancing, but he is building her something with his Legos.”
I sighed. So it begins.Fuck my life.
The last thing I wanted was for my little princess to be involved with the kings in that capacity. Sante was the heir to the empire. He was in this life whether he liked it or not. With Fallon being a king too, I figured Kingston was going to be in it as well, likely as Sante’s underboss.
I watched Riot go to stand next to Ellis. I frowned as he took Ellis’s hand in his and pulled her back a little as if he were trying to claim her.
I’d never seen him behave that way before. He and the twins were little besties since they were in diapers, so it was worrisome.
