Page 33 of Crowned By the Mafia Billionaires

I cross my arms over my chest. “My father wants me.” I shove my thumb to my chest. “I’m the one that should be in danger, not Bennett and Knox.”

Robert’s expression hardens. “You think they can’t handle your dad?”

I tilt my head. I’m sure that Bennett and Knox are capable of things I know nothing about, but I’ve only seen their sweet and caring side. My dad is pure evil. “But—” I start.

“No buts. You’re staying here.”

I shake my head. “Mr. Kingston⁠—”

He looks at me again. “Robert.” He pulls his glasses down and looks at me over the rims. “I heard we might be related soon.”

My eyebrows skyrocket. So Bennett told him that he wanted to marry me. I can just imagine how that conversation went down. “Robert, this is exactly what I’m talking about. My father is after me, so anyone close to me is in danger. If you’d just let me turn myself over to him, Bennett and Knox will be out of danger.”

He leans back in his chair and measures me with a look. “So you would turn yourself over to your father to save Bennett and Knox.”

I don’t even have to think about it. “Yes, if you just let me go then⁠—”

He shakes his head. “You’re not going anywhere. And this is something you need to know, Audrey. Bennett and Knox are Kingstons, and Kingstons know how to handle danger.”

I open my mouth, but Eleanor comes up beside me and loops her arm through mine. “Come on.”

I glance at her. “Where are we going?”

She smiles and appears to be completely calm, which I don’t understand. Her son is out doing who knows what right now. “To make tea.”

I almost laugh. “Tea?”

She pulls me along. “Yes. Because pacing around Bobby’s office isn’t helping anyone.”

Robert grunts. “She’s been asking me every five minutes if I’ve heard something.”

I look at the clock on the wall. “Because it’s been hours.”

Robert glances at his phone again. “And I told you they’ll call.”

Eleanor tugs me toward the door. “Come on, honey.”

I reluctantly follow her to the kitchen. She picks the tea pot off the stove and fills it up with water. She points at the stool by the island. “Sit.”

I give her a look. It has to be a Kingston thing because even Eleanor is bossy.

She laughs. “Sorry. I’ve been around controlling Kingston men too long.”

That makes me smile despite myself. I sit down, and she starts pulling mugs from a cabinet. For a few minutes, neither of us says anything.

Finally, Eleanor puts a cup in front of me. When she sits on the stool next to mine, she blows on her hot tea. “You love them both, don’t you?”

My mouth falls open. “What?”

She gives me a knowing smile. At this moment, I wish I was anywhere but here.

“Uhhh—” is all I get out.

“You do,” she says knowingly.

Heat rushes to my face. “Well, it’s complicated.”

She laughs softly. “Anything involving a Kingston man usually is.”