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“It was the Capellis,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. I don’t bother telling him I already know that. “I spoke to Vincenzo Sr. this morning. He didn’t sanction it, and he’s not happy about it. He sends his apologies and reassurances that he’ll deal with his grandson.”
I finish the water. “I’m happy to do that myself.”
“He was willing to do it because he thought we killed Vince’s man. If he finds out it was Denver, he might change his mind. Take the win and let it go,” he says. “It was Grant who told them we’d be there.”
Fuck. Grant isn’t Finn’s head security, but we’d relied on him to watch the door that night. “Where’s Grant now?”
“Gone,” Finn says. It didn’t take me long to get used to hearing a single word to describe the death of a person, but I can still recognize how unsettling it is that between us, we’ve likely killed hundreds. “Why did Denver help us?”
“A long, fucked-up, exhausting reason.”
“Shorten it.”
I place the bottle on the counter. “She’s a good person.”
He’s silent when I say that. I can’t tell if he’s proud that she’s good or in pain that Wilder hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.
“Where is she staying?”
“The Rosalia.”
“Is Ranger with her?”
I shake my head. “She’s with Lewis.”
“I’ll send men to watch her.”
“She’ll be pissed.”
“Let her be angry and safe,” he says, and squeezes my shoulder as he passes. “Get some sleep, kid.”
He walks to the door and I turn. “I’m sorry you were worrying.”
“I’ll always worry about all of you.” He knocks on the frame. “Helena is ready to murder you, though.”
I groan. “Tell her I’m sorry, too.”
“Tell her yourself, chicken shit.”
Chapter 13
Denver
Ihug my knees and stare out the balcony windows, watching the snow fall. This is all I’ve done for the past three days, holed away inside this hotel room, too embarrassed and exhausted to leave. I haven’t dressed. I haven’t showered or brushed my teeth.
I sit, and I think.
My regrets pile around me. Killing Wyatt. Walking away from Ethan. Choosing Ranger and thinking he could make me happy. Sending Axel away. Letting Colt hold me. Saying those things I said.
My choices led me here. To the city where my parents grew up, to a restaurant where I made a decision, to a moment with Colt that made me rethink the last year of my life. My focus has been working and Wilder. Now, both of those things have been stolen from me, and I’m floating. Adrift. Lost.
The door beeps, but I don’t look over as Lewis lets himself in.
“Okay, I have chocolate and a new phone. Samenumber, too, and you’ve probably got a fuck ton of messages from your charming husband.”
I nod quietly. “Sure.”
I hear him place bags down on the coffee table, and he crouches before me and takes my hand. “We should go for a walk.”
