Page 90 of Entangled

Gian hid his inner confusion well. “We do look out for one another when we can.”

“Seems this is no different. Domenic took the rap on your gun. Said the illegal weapon was his, in his vehicle, and that you had grabbed it when you two arrived. There’s no way to prove otherwise, especially considering he too had a gun on him, though his was legal and registered. Your charges have been dropped, except for the discharging a weapon, but—”

Gian released a dark laugh. “It’ll be thrown out in court, given the circumstances.”

Seeley’s face reddened. “Likely.”

“When am I getting out?”

That was all Gian cared about.

He had a pregnant Cara to get back to.

Life was waiting.

He didn’t have time for this shit.

Seeley perked a bit at the question, happier than before. “We’re a bit short staffed this weekend, and nobody seems to be around to properly discharge you. Shame. Monday, likely.”

Gian resisted the urge to flip the man his middle finger. Instead, he rested back on the bench, much more comfortable than before. “Merci, Seeley. See you next time, we both know there’s going to be one. Oh, and do see if someone will bring me something decent to eat. I have restaurants that will deliver.”

“Good to see you’re smiling,” Stephan said as Gian approached his waiting underboss.

Gian stuffed his hands in his slacks pockets, enjoying the sunshine. “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s Monday, it’s a beautiful day, and I am not in a jail cell.”

“Lucky, boss.”

“Very. Where’s my brother?”

Stephan shrugged. “Dom said he had some shit to catch up on. I didn’t mind coming down to pick you up and take you home.”

Gian kept his features blank, but disappointment filled him. He hadn’t been able to have a conversation with his brother while in the jail, and knowing that Dom was taking a charge on possession of an illegal weapon for him, he owed him thanks. He’d hoped to do that first thing, and then get on with his day.

“Your vehicle is still in impound,” Stephan said.

“I’ll worry about it tomorrow.”

“Maybe not even then.”

Gian cocked a brow. “And why not?”

“You have bigger problems to worry about at the moment, boss.”

He wasn’t so sure of that.

“Bigger than Cara being two weeks away from delivering my first-born son? Bigger than convincing her she needs to move into the penthouse, so I can take care of her? Bigger than barely escaping more jail time? Tell me what’s bigger than those things at this very moment, Stephan.”

The underboss shot a look down the street, as though he was expecting someone to be watching them. No one was, or so it seemed. Gian wouldn’t put it past their shadows, though.

“You made another show, boss.”

Gian tipped his head to the side. “Excusez-moi?”

“We’re all walking a fine line out here on the streets, trying to keep our noses clean, stay quiet and out of sight of the cops, not to mention away from that fucking prick Gabriel. And then there you go, making a show of yourself and all of us again. All because of your mistress, boss. I’m not saying this to be disrespectful,” Stephan added quickly, likely seeing the rage growing on Gian’s features. “I’m saying it because someone’s got to be the one to warn you and nobody else is stepping up right now. As it is, we’ve been battling the cops and Gabriel’s men, not to mention tip-toeing around one another, thinking there’s somebody among us that’s feeding info to the police.”

“I hear you.”

“Do you?” Stephan asked. “Are you listening now, Gian?”