Page 83 of Kylan

Dominic answered. “No. The judge has agreed to video link.”

“For his safety,” Fitch added, frowning at me.

I stared at him. “What?”

“For the duration of the trial, he’s supposed to be atan undisclosed location,” Dominic said. “It would be best if he doesn’t have to see his father.”

Or anyone in his father’s mob connections...

I sighed, relieved. “Thank god for that. Where will he go? Is he leaving?” I turned to Leon and Marek. “I don’t want him to leave.”

“He’ll be staying where he currently is,” Dominic said. I realised that he didn’t mention Nolan because the driver could hear us. “Though that may change if required.”

Realisation sank in then that this was really fucking serious.

There were concerns for his life.

I sank into Leon’s side and he tightened his hold on my hand.

Dominic let us into Nolan’s place and as soon as we were inside, Marek pulled me in for a hug before he let go, only to put his hands to my face, scanning my eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” I said. “Better now. I’ll be a whole lot better when this is over.”

Leon put his arms around the both of us, and I swear it was only then that I could breathe properly.

“Thank you both for being there today,” I mumbled.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Marek whispered.

“I couldn’t do that kind of law,” I admitted. “How do they defend the likes of Benji’s father? How can they side with him? I’d get so fucking mad, I could just never...” They let me go just enough so I could look up at them both. “Maybe property law is more mystyle. More conveyancing and title deeds and less murder.”

They both chuckled and Marek kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips. “Anything you want, darling.”

“Does that apply by proxy?” Fitch said from beside us. “Because if it does, anythinghewants applies to anythingIwant. And I can make a list.”

I snorted out a laugh and gave him a shove. “Shut up.”

The front door opened then and Benji came in. Fitch and I collected him in a hug, barely letting Nolan in through the door. Benji was teary and sniffled, letting us hug him.

“Wanna go lie down?” Fitch asked, and Benji nodded.

He looked like he’d barely slept a wink the night before.

So Benji, Fitch, and I went into Nolan and Benji’s bedroom, kicked out of our shoes and our jackets. “Never been so overdressed,” Fitch said, throwing his jacket over the back of the chair in the corner. “Have you had sex on this chair?” he asked Benji. “I’ll be very disappointed if you haven’t.”

Benji finally cracked half a smile. “Of course we have.”

Fitch put his hand to his heart. “So proud.”

He was such a brat and exactly what Benji needed right now.

The three of us climbed into bed, under the covers, with Benji in the middle. Until Fitch sat up, crawled overthe both of us to snatch the remote control off the bedside closest to me. “You could have asked me to get it for you,” I grumbled.

Benji laughed. “No he couldn’t.”

Fitch snuggled back down and, grinning, turned the TV on and began scrolling through channels. He found some mansion renovation show and settled in. “Oh, those tiles are terrible,” Fitch said.

I ignored him and put my arm under Benji’s head so I could cuddle him better, and that made Fitch reposition himself so he was using Benji’s chest as a pillow.

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