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“Anything for you, my boy,” I said, returning his embrace a little longer than I should have.
Everythingwas for my boys.
Chapter 14
Hugo
Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean
The cut on mybrow had reopened as my face began to swell to the injuries incurred from the She-Bear. I felt the warm trickle of thick, copper-scented blood as it traveled to the inside of my eye, down the side of my nose and to my lips.
I admired the damage with a sadistic fascination.
The damage she could do with her bare fists rivaled what I could do with brass knuckles. It was admirable work.
“Really, Hugo?” Alastair said as I fell into the large leather seat of the Caledonia Security Jet. “You’re getting blood all over everything.”
I sat in the leather seat, not caring that I was putting red human fluids on everything.
He was just mad at me because he could not be mad at his wife.
“Could you at least wipe the blood off your face?” Alastair complained.
“There.” I staredrightat Alastair as I took my palm and swiped it across my cheek, smearing it over my skin.
“You’re insufferable.” He rolled his eyes and disappeared into the cockpit.
My friend was a love-blind fool who couldn’t see what was happening to him and his family. Poor man. Things would get worse before they got better. Hopefully, they’ll finally talk before their children are old enough to realize their parents are fighting.
This flight would be insufferable, and their nasty brood would be with me the entire flight. If screaming babies are a pain on a commercial flight, on a private jet, they’re even worse.
“Is Rafe in place to watch Calissandra?” I called after Alastair through the open cockpit door.
“Yes! He always is!” he called back, irritation lacing his tone. “God you’re annoying.”
“What the fuck did I do?”
The Anglos of Caledonia Security, my colleagues, were always blaming me for shit. Some of it was my fault, but most of it was not. But I was growing tired of Alastair’s ribbing - he hated his father-in-law as much as he loved his wife and children. And she was simmering like a pot about to boil over.
I wish they’d just get the explosion over with so we could move on.
“You’re bleeding in front of my children!” He complained.
“They’re newborns. Practically slugs. They don’t know the difference,” I yelled at the back of his head as the engine revved. “Considering the bloodbath that involved their birth…”
“Shut up!” Alastair called.
A high-pitched wail came from one of the two plane cribs. And then the other echoed the sentiment, the sound of it squeezing my brain like a vice. I pressed a finger against my temples to stave off the looming headache.
“They may not know the difference, but they canhearyou,” Rose, reprimanded, as she shushed the babies in their plane-safe seats. The children quieted down, lulling back to sleep, which seemed to be their main occupation.
That, and shitting themselves and suckling on tits.
The latter wasn’t a bad way to spend a day, but I wasn’t particularly interested in Rose’s over-ripe jugs.
“I want Rafe following Calissandra at a distance,” I said, tapping a finger against my thigh, and feeling the tension in my gut. “I should be staying in New York.”
I was agitated. I had just seen her. She was so close. I should stay close by.
