Page 10 of It Shouldn't Be You
Maybe I’m being naive but what Logan gets from this I can't see.
Sure, he gets me, but Jonathan gets a whole army. There’s more to this, and I’m determined to find out what.
Chapter 7
“You could have fucking warned me,” Peter hisses after Jonathan’s revelation. As my second, I probably should have told him about the deal I cut. As my uncle and most trusted advisor, Idefinitelyshould have. But if my father taught me anything, it’s to keep your cards close to your chest. I couldn’t risk him stopping this deal before it was complete. There’s to much ridding on this.
“It was a last-minute decision,” I lie.
Alex is busy making Abigail laugh, but I know his interrogation awaits me. Thankfully, I trust that fucker with my life.
“The Old Guard is going to have something to say about this,” Peter warns, looking every bit the concerned uncle for a moment before he puts his underboss mask on and continues, “Hell,I’mgoing to have something to say about this as soon as we return home.”
“The Old Guard can suck my dick,” I drawl, rolling my eyes, before turning to my new wife. She’s currently doubled over inlaughter at some story Alex is in the middle of telling, clutching at Cora’s arm. Owen is sitting back in his seat, looking every bit the at ease predator he is, but his eyes are sharp on me, and with a tip of his chin, he draws my attention across the floor.
Cole lingers near the door, eyes glued to my wife.Surprise, surprise.A man whispers in his ear. Based on the blonde hair, it has to be Aidan, his brother. I file that away for later.
For now, I have a bride to get packed up and ready to leave.
“Abigail, why don’t you say your goodbyes while Alex helps me grab our stuff from our room and then we can head to your place?” I suggest. All eyes turn to us, but it’s her reaction I care about—those green eyes stormy, promising retribution. She holds herself back from shooting any cutting remarks, though, tilts her head, and excuses herself.
Leaving her with her family, I take the opportunity to head to our suite with Alex, to pack our things, including her dress. This might be an arranged situation, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be hoping for the chance at a do-over one day.
My wife deserves to have that dress peeled off before she screams my name and gets lost into oblivion.
“This is where you live?”
I had assumed as a mafia princess would live somewhere fancy, somewhere crawling with security and wealth. The thought of a single woman living in some unguarded, dingy one-bed apartment, barely big enough for the two of us to stand in the living room, would have my father blowing a gasket. It’s fucking perfect.
“Yep, and it’s all mine, or well, it was, I guess. Now, it’ll belong to someone else.” Abigail looks around as if trying to see it from my perspective.
“It's...quaint.” I smirk before clocking the boxes in the corner. “You made a start?”
“It’s home. Yeah, I figured this would happen sooner rather than later. Plus, I’m a stress organiser...so…” Shrugging, she points me towards the kitchen where the last items await packing.
I roll up my shirt sleeves and get to work while she disappears into the bedroom. We work in silence, efficiently packing up her life. When she brings out the last suitcase, I check in with Alex.
“Hey Lo, what’s up?” he answers.
“You guys still helping Cole?” I ask, watching Abigail's forlorn expression as she walks through her nearly empty home.
“Nah, we finished up pretty quickly. She must have warned him, because he was half-packed already when we got there. We’re in a coffee shop a few streets away from her place. Everything OK?”
“Yeah, we should be able to fit everything in the cars and get it done in one trip, if you want to come over.” The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we get home.
“Roger that. See you soon,” With that he hangs up on me and while we wait for Alex and the others to return, we start carrying everything down. Or more like I start carrying stuff, she tries, and I tell her to get her pretty ass back inside.
By the time the four SUV’s pull up beside mine I have my car loaded up, Abigail in the passenger seat and the rest of the boxes stacked and ready to go.
“Is that everything?” Alex asks with raised eyebrows as he catalogues the small number of boxes piled up.
“Surprisingly, yeah. She’s leaving some furniture behind but other than that the place is empty.”
“A light packer, huh? See you on the other side,” he says, patting my car before getting into his own.
As much as I’m itching to get back to the compound and get to work, I can’t ignore just how spectacularly shit is about to hit the fan once the news about the merger spreads like wildfire.
“So, this is it?” Abigail breaks the silence as she looks out the window, watching the streets of London disappear.
