Why would Harper go to the police?
“I received a phone call this afternoon that a girl matching Harper’s description, with a toddler named Zeke, paid a visit to the Breckenridge Police Department. Do you want to interrogate her, or should I?”
My breath catches in my throat, the room spins, and I shake my head.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“You’d better, or she’s going to send your ass straight to prison.” Dante glances me over. “Halsey gave me the report on what went down this afternoon. You finishing the job and stopping Massimo, it needed to be done, but Harper, if she so much as comes up with anything tangible to give to the police?—”
“She won’t,” I cut him off.
“You’d better hope not.” Dante stands and grabs himself a drink. “Your wife is becoming a liability, and you know what we do about liabilities.”
My jaw clenches tight. “Don’t threaten my wife.” I stalk over as he pours his scotch and swirls it around the glass.
Dante takes a sip, raising an eyebrow. “Let’s be honest with one another. You didn’t even want to marry the girl. You only did it to spite me.”
“In case you forgot, I married her to protect her. You’ve wanted her dead since thirty seconds after you first met her.”
“Not true.” Dante tsks. “She shouldn’t have gone snooping.”
Irritation claws at my skin. I reach for the bottle of scotch, pouring myself a drink. This time, Dante doesn’t even bother to object.
Harper has a habit of doing things she shouldn’t, and I’m beginning to realize it’s probably a bit more than I bargained for when I married her to protect her.
I didn’t realize she would constantly be causing more trouble. But she’s my trouble to deal with, not Dante’s.
“I’m not going to apologize for the worry that she’s caused. This time or last.” I stare at Dante and then glance down at the scotch. The scent burns my nostrils, and I take a sip, doing my best not to grimace.
“Keep her out of my office and away from the police. We don’t need local cops or federal agents digging around our home. In fact, I think it’d be wise if you took them home tonight.”
I throw back the rest of the scotch and swallow hard. The reason I’d brought her here was to protect her, little good that’s done.
“We had an unexpected visitor this morning,” I remind Dante. He’d seen the footage on the cameras of one of Massimo’s men sneaking around outside. Liam had caught him and disarmed the man before sending him away.
Dante takes a sip and then steps back behind his desk. “I have to protect the family, son. If your wife isn’t willing to be a part of the family, then perhaps it’s time we cut her loose.”
I unintentionally drop the glass I’ve been holding, and it shatters on the marble. I don’t so much as look down at the mess I’ve made. “Are you done threatening my wife?”
Three
Ashton
Protect Luca. That’s what Dante instructs me to do, not that I don’t already know my job. I gather my clothes and Luca’s and take them out back, burning them in a bonfire.
The clothes are the easiest evidence to destroy.
I gave Luca my gun to use to kill Massimo.
There are also the bullets in the other SUVs, not the one that we drove back, which will undoubtedly end up over a cliff somewhere and burned beyond recognition.
That isn’t my concern.
“Ashton,” Nova’s soft voice forces me to turn around, and I glance over my shoulder at her.
“Bonfire tonight?” she asks and raises an eyebrow when she sees that I’m not only burning wood. “Oh.”
“You should go back inside.”
