He returns his attention back to the road. “We’re nowhere near done, Harper. Ashton is right. We’re all equally involved. Going to the police about Dante is putting your family and friends at risk.”
Harper’s brow tightens, and she shakes her head. “That isn’t true. You both have only been working for him for less than a year. Besides, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. You were coerced into working for him.”
“I wasn’t coerced into anything.”
Luca slowly glances over at Harper, his gaze predatory, like he’s worried she might actually be working with the police.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, her voice raising an octave.
If Luca can’t trust his wife, then none of us can trust her…
Four
Liam
The front door swings open with full force, and the entire gang comes charging into the house. I’m stretched out on the sofa, staring at my phone.
I keep debating whether I should attempt to reach out to Bristol or leave her be.
The last time I saw her, we were in the emergency room together. She got two liters of saline, which seemed to help, and then I drove her back to the dorms, where she proceeded to tell me that she never wanted to see me again.
Not a huge surprise.
I wasn’t exactly expecting a thank you.
There’s tension between all of them, and I can’t tell who is mad at whom, but something happened.
“You’re back early.” I glance at Luca, wondering why they’re home from his father’s house already. I would have expected them to be gone, at minimum, overnight.
Luca’s nostrils flare as he storms inside the house. “My wife decided to pay a visit to the police station.”
Harper scowls, grabs the bag from Luca’s hands and carries it off to the bedroom in silence.
“Damn.” If I wasn’t already seated, I’d be falling into the sofa on that shocker.
She shuts the bedroom door behind herself, and I glance up at Luca. “Are you okay?”
“Not happy right now,” he mutters, and Zeke comes to tackle his legs, giggling.
It’s like the kid is attempting to cheer him up.
Luca sighs and lifts Zeke, twirling him upside down through the air, listening to his fit of giggles. At least one of us is oblivious to the drama around here.
“I’m going to check on Harper,” Nova says, and Luca grabs her arm to stop her.
“Just leave her be. I’ll talk to her in a bit. Right now, I need some space before I blow up at her again.”
“Tense drive home?” I guess.
My phone buzzes with a text, and I’m shocked by its sender—Kyler Greyson.
Thanks for keeping me updated last night. I owe you one.
Never thought I’d have a billionaire, former professional hockey player owing me anything. I try not to smile too wide, but I can’t help it.
“Booty call?” Ashton quips, seeing me glancing at my phone.
“No. Is the smile that obvious?” I try to wipe it away, but damn, it put me in a good mood.
