I understood it completely and didn’t push him on it. The night Celeste went into labor, Cole said E cried all night.
Celeste still raged in the kitchen, more shattering glass sounding out.
“It’ll be OK,” I said, kissing the baby’s head. “Daddy is here.”
His little eyelids fluttered before he drifted off.
“Boss?” Christian came into the room as I placed the baby back into his crib.
“Stay in this room. Don’t let her in here. She’s losing her damn mind,” I said.
“What if she tries to come in?”
“If she can break down that door, then shoot her in the fucking head,” I said.
He glanced to the sleeping baby but nodded.
“Lock the door. Everything you need to care for him is in here. I’ll be back soon.”
He moved to the rocking chair and took a seat, his eyes on the crib. Christian was good with the baby. It was why I asked for him. Elijah was good at calming people, so he was here in the hopes he’d get Celeste relaxed.
And Jake would shoot her because he hated her, too.
“Where are you going, you piece of shit?” Celeste screamed at me. “Huh? Off to fuck that red-headed whore?”
“Take your meds,” I snapped at her. “You fucking psycho.”
I slammed the door as I left the house and got into my Escalade. Memphis was already behind the wheel with Dmitri in the front seat.
“You should divorce her,” Dmitri said. “She’s losing her mind.”
“She never had one to begin with,” I muttered.
“Where to?” Memphis asked.
“Cole and E’s place.”
We pulled out of my estate and drove into the city. I stared down at the card in my hand. Sylar had given it to me months ago. He said he could help me.
The last thing I wanted to do was deal with a De Santis, but if he burned the underground down, then perhaps it was time to make the call.
I put his number into my phone and hit send.
“Lorenzo. I was wondering when you’d brighten my day,” Sylar’s deep voice met my ear.
“I need some help.”
“A fire perhaps?”
“How much would something like that cost?”
“Let me ask Torch what he thinks. I’ll be in touch.” The line disconnected. I stared out the window, knowing I needed to make her death look like a tragic accident.
We rode in silence for a long time before we pulled up to the high-rise. I got out and went upstairs to find Cole and E sitting in the living room, staring at the TV.
“Hey,” Cole said as I walked in. “Bitch driving you nuts again?”
“It’s time,” I said flatly.