Page 81 of Capone
He had done that long before Mom ever did. Luckily, Mom wasn’t easily swayed. She stood firm and filed for divorce. Now he spent his days popping up at my sisters’ apartment, begging her to talk. But her mind was made up. She wanted nothing to do with my father.
“This one isreallyhard though, G,” Levi whined, breaking through my thoughts.
“Like, seriously. I have never heard of a Maple bacon cinnabun cupcake until now. Honestly, I didn’t even think bacon and cupcakes could go together, but this is fuckin’ delicious,” Wyatt mumbled before taking a bite.
I giggled, appreciating the praise. This feeling never got old. All the years I spent dreaming of this moment, it sometimes felt unreal now that it was finally here.
“You two aren’t supposed to be indecisive. That’s my job.”
“Says who?” Levi raised a brow. “Plus, you still have to make that one cupcake. What was it you called it? A uh… white chocolate macadamia cupcake with hazelnut something.”
I threw my head back with laughter. “You mean the white chocolate macadamia cupcake with hazelnut chocolate filling topped with vanilla buttercream icing?”
I swear it looked as if a little drool spilled from the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. That’s the one.”
“I still need to get a few ingredients from the store for that one.”
Levi stood to his feet. “Make a list. I’ll run to the store and get it.”
“Seriously?” I tittered.
“Yes. You can’t throw those kinds of options out there and not follow through. List. Now.”
I went into the office, grabbed a piece of paper, and a pen. After I made the list, I handed it over to Levi.
“Okay, I’ll be right back. I’ll take the key and lock up on my way out.”
Wyatt gave him a firm nod as he left. Those two had been taking their job of keeping me safe seriously. They didn’t even allow me to drive. Over the time I had been around them, we had gotten close.
Levi had been prospecting with the club for almost two years, and his time was coming to an end. He was either going to be patched in or banned from the club. Wyatt, on the other hand, was the newest prospect. He had been incarcerated for over ten years for involuntary manslaughter.
When he told me his story, I thought it was complete bullshit that he served a single day behind bars. His baby sister was raped at a frat party. He showed up looking for her after she called and told him she thought she had been drugged. When he got there, he walked in on the guys in the act. Doing what any big brother would do, he beat the living shit out of them.
One of the guys slipped into a coma and later died from complications. They gave Wyatt life, but all of his sister’s rapists walked free. The Romanos fought for Wyatt’s freedom from the time he was sentenced. Seven months ago, they finally succeeded and got his freedom back.
“I guess I’ll clean up and take out the trash until Levi gets back.”
“Nice try. I’ll help you clean up, andI’lltake out the trash.”
“Fair enough.”
Once all the trash was lined up by the back door, Wyatt grabbed the bags and took them out. I busied myself in the kitchen, prepping and setting up to make another batch of cupcakes. As I was lining the counter with pans, I heard the back door slam.
“Wyatt?” I called out.
Silence.
An eerie feeling settled over me. Something felt off. Call it a gut feeling, but something was definitely wrong. Before I could make a move, the kitchen door swung open, and all my fears stood before me.
Jamie. And she had a gun trained on me.
“W-what are y-yo-you doing?” I stuttered.
“Shut up!” she gritted. “We’re going to take a ride. Let’s go.”
“Jamie... look, you don’t?—”
My words were cut off when she pulled the trigger. The bullet lodged in the wall beside me. “I said. Lets. GO!” she shouted.
