Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I clench my fists—can I blame him?
No.
Do I want to?
Yes.
He’s only doing what any sane guy would do when in love—make her forget about everything but him.
Me included.
I scowl.
“So…” King walks around and then pulls out a chair, grabbing at the day-old champagne and drinking some of it like it’s water. “What’s the plan? You guys just shadow us for the next six days or what?”
Tiffany reaches for the other champagne glass. I shoot her a glare, and she makes a face but jerks her hand back while Del laughs, then scoots half a glass toward her and winks.
Drinking on the job, wow, what’s next? Is she going to befriend both of them and make me feel even more like a loser or the third wheel?
I suppress a nervous laugh as I run my hands through my hair and do another small circle of the room, freezing in my steps as I see a bodice on the floor next to her wedding shoes and in the shoes, a blue ribbon.
Something old, new, blue…
My breath starts coming out in short gasps as I move away from the rest of the group and lean my hand against the wall.
It’s her ribbon.
My ribbon, actually.
The one I gave her the day before she got married when I promised her forever, and she kept it in her shoes; she actually wore it.
Hope mixes with dread like this weird omen as I look back again. It’s still there, my heart yells, you’re still there! Next to her! With her! You’re still in this despite the look of this room.
I gather myself and turn back around. “Intel tells us that there’s been a hit put on both of you to challenge the role of Capo in the Five Families; that’s all I have for you.”
A pin could drop in that room as King falls against the bed and sits, hanging his head in his hands, refusing to look at me. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I swallow, gaining courage from that blue ribbon, and say the dreaded words I would never be prepared to say. “Someone is going to betray you.”
King jumps to his feet and kicks the bed, then falls to his knees in a primal yell that I don’t think I will ever forget, even when I’m dead. He throws his head back as a tear slides down his cheek.
Del is there in an instant, and I suddenly don’t care that she’s standing next to him, that she’s comforting him, because this is his worst nightmare, after all, one of his brothers, cousins, one of his best friends…
Wants to kill him.
And is going to try.
In order to take his throne.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“I found Him in the shining of the stars, I marked Him in the flowering of His fields, But in His ways with men I find Him not. I waged His wars, and now I pass and die.”—King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table
Del
I hold his hand and immediately say, “Get out.”
“We still have more to talk about,” Roman says in a commanding voice. “Most of it has to do with your protection—both of you.”
“Go,” King says, and for some reason, it hurts my feelings as I stumble back; he holds his head in his hands, wiping down his face, his eyes closed. “I need a minute anyway. Just go, go with Roman.”
Why does this make my chest hurt?
Why do I feel betrayed?
I awkwardly get to my feet and lower my head. “If that’s what you want.”
“Right now…” King looks up, his green eyes search mine, wild, angry. “…what I want is to keep you safe, and he can keep you safe.” He looks away. “Maybe I never could.”
Tears burn the back of my eyes. “King—”
“Go,” he whispers. “I’ll come get you with Tiffany in a few minutes. Go over her safety protocols; leave nothing out.” His voice sounds different, more dangerous, commanding.
It makes me want to stay when he looks angrier and more hurt than I’ve ever seen him before, but suddenly I feel Roman at my side, grabbing my elbow and leading me from the room. The last thing I see before the door clicks shut is Tiffany pulling out a chair next to King, sliding it across the floor, and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
It makes me want to go back into that room and tell her to back off.
It makes me rethink our whole conversation during breakfast, and it also makes me doubt my safety. Can we really trust anyone?
“It’s fine.” Roman winks at me.
Can I even trust him?
The elevator ride back down to the lobby, then the walk out and by the vineyards have me considering all the possibilities I never thought of before, and now I’m actually more afraid than I’ve ever been—next to the man who’s supposed to give his life for mine.