“You should listen to her. She doesn’t speak often, but when she does, it’s typically something worth listening to,” he finally said.
I swallowed. “What did you need to see me for?”
“I am curious as to what your plans are with my sister,” he said.
I shook my head. “I-I don’t know. I don’t have any plans.”
He raised his brows at that. “None? You don’t love her?”
“Listen, Cupid, I get you love Rosalie and want the best for her, but that’s not me, OK? I-I have a son. I have a life now. And she has hers. Right now, I need to focus on myself, my boy, and my brothers. I need time. I have a lot of shit in my head I need to sort through. I ask that I get that time.”
He nodded. “Granted.”
I licked my lips. “Do you want me back with Rosalie? Knowing what you know about my life and what I’m involved in.Knowing what Fox did to save her from it. Do you want her back with the horsemen?”
“I want her to be happy, and for some reason, she’s under the impression it’s you and your two assholes. If my niece weren’t so fond of Cole, I’d have killed him already. And because she cares about him, and you two were introduced into her life, I have had to halt my plans.”
I shook my head at him. “You don’t have to be a monster, Dante. Do you remember what you told me when we were kids, struggling to survive down there?”
He stared back at me, no emotion on his face.
“Monsters only roar when you’re willing to scream for them,” he said, his voice low.
“They won’t scream for you. They’d die first. Please. Let my brothers go, and I will do anything you want,” I said. “I will sign any contract.”
He studied me wordlessly for a moment before nodding.
“Perfect.” He pushed a piece of paper at me. “You know what to do.”
I blinked, knowing I shouldn’t be confused by his contract already being drawn up. I picked it up and read it, frowning.
“I would owe you? What does that mean?”
“It means that I get one favor from you. Or I give you one command. You do it, no questions asked. If you do this, I will let your brothers go.”
“That’s it?” I asked. “I do one thing for you at your choosing, and they’re free?”
“Correct.”
“That’s too easy.”
He smirked. “Is it? Try me, Luka. You know I’m anything but easy.”
“You know what. I want their freedom.” I lifted the knife off the desk and nicked my finger before pressing it to the page. Ishoved it back at Church, and he cut himself before pressing the wound to the white paper.
“Done,” he murmured.
I watched as he pushed a button on his desk. Moments later, the doors swung open, and Cole and Enzo were brought in. They didn’t look harmed. If anything, they simply looked tired and a little broken.
Asylum moved around them and sat on the edge of Church’s desk, his blue eyes fixed on me.
“Both your men are aware Fox lives. So no need to be a tattletale, Daddy.” Asylum smirked and winked at me. “My sweet former lover was here and spilled the beans to Lorenzo, and Evan personally delivered the message to the crazy one.”
“Hey, fuck you, you piece of shit,” Cole snarled at Asylum. “You’re the crazy one, prick ass fuck shit.”
Asylum laughed. “Guilty!” He grinned. “You know, when I had her alone that night, I got to put my hand up her skirt and got to touch her. How long has it been since you’ve done that?” Asylum looked directly at me, his blue eyes sparkling. “Oh, dirty daddy. You tried, and the crazy one put you in your place. I like it. Spicy.”
I tightened my hands into fists.
