“If you’re on board,” Christian says, cold and even, “then I’d like…a tribute of good faith.” “Which looks like what?” Bonetti says, cocking his head, clearly not liking this. “Hostage,” Christian snaps out, his eyes moving immediately to the other man in the room, who does his best – and fails
“Go back to bed, Iris!” Nico growls in the dark hallway. I shriek, jumping almost out of my skin and nearly dropping the small tray of food and supplies that I’m carrying to my bedroom. Or at least, my old bedroom – it’s where we’re keeping the captive now. “Nico!” I snap, pissed off at him. “Yo
He doesn’t apologize and I don’t ask him to. But we look at each other evenly. “Well, I don’t want to be like that,” I say quiet softly. “I don’t…don’t want to be in a family that works that way. You’re just our captive, right? And I get that we have to keep you…captive…” I frown at myself, disapp
I grin at my husband and then quickly cut Calvin’s left hand free, jumping away from him fast. Christian comes to my side then and deftly takes the knife, slipping it into his own pocket. “Five minutes,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to my cheek. “And then Nico’s going to come back in here and tape hi
“Nope, Nico’s job,” Frankie says, giving his head a vehement shake. “I just shoot people.” I laugh, wrinkling my nose at him. “You’ve only shot one person since that day at Lupa, Frank,” I say with a sigh, turning on the tap and setting Calvin’s plates in there to soak. “You’re slacking.” “Yeah,
“Dad,” Christian says, his voice tense and a little angry as he crosses his arms across his chest and looks around the room, his eyes coming to rest on his brothers. “Interesting to see that you kept this in the family so completely.” “It is a family affair,” Romano snaps back, glaring hard at my
I go rigid when I hear this, my eyes immediately snapping to Lucy. But she’s looking down at her hands, which are folded neatly before her. I work very, very hard to control my expression, my features. But when I glance over at Bonetti and find his eyes immediately on me, victory on his face? I kn
Nico huffs a laugh and shakes his head, grabbing my arm again and pulling me out into the hall, the dress still clutched to my chest. “I think you won’t take this seriously because you never fucking have taken this seriously, Iris!” he says, pulling the door shut after him and keeping his voice hu