I swallowed hard, staring at his arm. A sickening thought came to me, but I pushed it away. No, that wasn’t possible…
“It’s late. You can go to bed for now. We will talk in the morning,” I stated before mind-linking two of my men to come and take him to the room that was set up for him.
It was down near the cells, but it would be in one of the lesser interrogation rooms. I had asked them to put a more comfortable bed in there, some books, and a laptop with no internet, but giving him access to some movies, as well as a mini-fridge with snacks. I knew I was still holding him fucking hostage, but I couldn’t trusthim.
He didn’t reply, simply turning his back on me. There was a knock on the door, and I told my men to enter, thinking I needed to get Kiara to take a look at his injuries tomorrow…
A Reunion
Alejandro
“Alejandro,” Scarlett said as we entered the mansion. I paused, glancing over my shoulder at her as she shut the front door. “Kiara is with the girls today.” The sting in my chest was like a fucking punch, but I kept my face passive and nodded. She didn’t want to see me…
“Then you and Elijah should take a guest room for the night. I’ll stay with Dante.” Concern and something else that I couldn’t make out, crossed her face, but she was good at masking her emotions and I couldn’t really read her. She nodded.
“Goodnight.”
“Night,” I replied as she walked past me and up the stairs. I looked at the time on my watch; it was late…
Kiara?I called through the link, but I reached a wall. Again.
I walked down the hall and down the stairs to the wine cellar, then took a bottle.I guess this is going to be my company tonight…I grabbed a glass and some ice from the kitchen before I headed upstairs to Dante’s room just as Elijah and Scarlett stepped out of his room.
“… a hand, I think it’s been removed recently,” Scarlett was saying.
Elijah was frowning deeply, giving me a nod before I entered my bedroom and grabbed my laptop. Kiara’s scent lingered, and I found momentary calmness before I left the room, going to Dante’s. Settling down on the couch, I poured myself a glass and began to do some research instead. With Kiara fucking pissed at me, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I glanced at the sleeping boy before I got to work…
“Daddy! Daddy!”
I woke with a start, realising I had fallen asleep on the couch. My laptop sat on my legs, and I could feel the kink in my neck. Dante sat up slowly as Kataleya rushed into the room, her eyes wide and her heart beating erratically.
“What is it, princess?” I asked, catching her and placing the laptop aside with one hand.
“Raihana said Enrique is here!” The happiness in her voice was fucking making it hard for me to tell her that I didn’t want her seeing him…
“He is… but, Kat, listen, you can’t see him.”
“Why not? Daddy, he’ll be scared,” she worried, her lips trembling. That pup was definitely not scared… or he was just good at masking his emotions.
“Look... he’s in a room, just in case, for safety measures. His father isn’t a good man, and we can’t trust him…” Her happiness faded as she let my words sink in, and she quickly got off my lap.
“But, Daddy, Enrique is a nice boy. May I see him?”
I sighed inwardly. She was not going to drop it. I just didn’t want her seeing him there…
“Yeah, we’ll go after breakfast. I wanted your Mom to go see him, too. He has a few bruises,” I replied, ruffling her hair. Her smile returned and she rushed from the room, calling for Kiara. I turned to Dante, who was sitting there, arms crossed, a frown on his face.
“You okay?”
“She need not get too attached,” he remarked coldly before turning his back and pulling the blanket back over him. I ran my hand through my hair.I fucking do not get kids.
A while later, I had just gotten dressed in a black shirt and pants with a leather belt. Kiara had expertly been able to avoid me, first showering and then getting the girls ready, but when I stepped out, fully dressed, she was finishing off doing her hair.
She was wearing a pale pink halter top that left her entire back on view paired with fitted black jeans. Her hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head, and a few strands framed her face. She slid a final pin into her hair and picked up her mascara. Usually, she would put on a lot more make-up and jewellery, but since everything had happened, she had stopped. I knew she was just trying to appear normal for the kids when she was worried.
I leaned against the door as she stood up, hearing her heart skip a beat as I walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and buried my head into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, relishing in the sparks of our touch. Fuck...
She relaxed into my arms. I knew she couldn’t resist me, even if she was fucking upset with me.
