Page 53 of Kings & Carnage

His eyes were glittering chips of amber as he stared down at me with fevered possession. "Every time you fuck them without me, I'm going to take you alone.”

It was a threat. And a promise.

And fuck me if I didn't mind either.

PartTwo

Chapter26

Neo

Iscanned the trees surrounding the house as we emerged from the lined driveway leading to the house. I'd been tense ever since we left Daisy's place after packing up the few things we'd accumulated during the week it had been our home.

If it had just been me, Drago, and Rock, I wouldn't have given a fuck. My father’s men could come for us and the chips would fall where they may.

But this wasn't just about us.

I glanced in the rearview mirror at Willa, sitting in the backseat next to Drago, her still-battered face turned to the window as we approached the house.

A storm of protective fury blew through my body at the sight of her. I was beyond caring what my father did to me, but I would protect Willa with my dying breath.

I used the smart phone home app I’d downloaded to my burner to open the garage door and returned my attention to the woods as I waited for it to rise.

Rafe had given me assurances that the property was teeming with trained guards, but as soon as I got Willa settled I'd be out there counting for myself, making sure there were more than enough men to fight off anything Roberto sent our way.

Willa would have the illusion of freedom now that we were back home, but I wasn’t taking any chances with her safety.

"It's weird being back right?" Willa asked.

"As fuck," Rock said from the passenger seat.

"I feel like everything should be different, like a hurricane or tornado made us leave and everything should be trashed or something," Willa said.

I knew what she meant. We'd abandoned the house like a sinking ship after the home invasion, grabbing whatever we could carry with the little bit of time we had. We’d already worked through the night to bury Roberto's men — the men who’d dared to come for Willa under our roof — and we hadn't known how much time we had before he sent reinforcements.

We were returning to the scene of the crime — the ones committed against us and the ones we'd committed to protect Willa.

Rock and Willa were right. It was strange as fuck.

I pulled forward into the garage and we waited for it to close behind us to get out of the car.

"Let's get everything inside," I said. "I need to talk to Rafe.”

He'd already cleared the house and was waiting outside to brief me on the new security measures.

"Fine with me," Willa said. "I can't wait to sleep in my own bed.”

For a split second, I was buoyed by her choice of words. She was happy to be back. This was her home too.

Then I remembered that she didn't plan to stay and the knowledge tore through me like a fucking machete.

Drago and I grabbed our stuff from the trunk of the Buick and we headed for the door leading to the house.

I'd never been so glad to see our cars and bikes lined up in the garage, and I looked them over like long-lost pets. The Buick had gotten us through the last week but it was slow as hell and even more boring. I was looking forward to passing it off to the Blades’ chop shop.

“Hello baby," Drago cooed, running his hands along the Porsche as we headed for the door to the house. "I fucking missed you.”

"Oh my god," Willa groaned.

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