After a quiet beat, Amedeo asked, “What is your plan? You can’t possibly allow this man to torment you for the rest of your life. I mean, he’ll probably get bored after a while, but not before he’ll cause you more pain.”
He really was the sweetest fucking guy.
“I don’t know. I need a moment to gather my thoughts and to figure out what to do with my condo. Obviously, I’m going to put it on the market and talk to someone about how I can get a residence that’s not, you know, listed or whatever.” I ran a hand down my face in frustration. “Which is going to take forever, but I can do some long-term rental, and?—”
“Micah.”
My head turned toward Jonah. “Mm?”
“I’m getting frantic messages from Vanya. He says he needs to see you right now.”
“Christ on a cracker.” I leaned to the side, feeling for my phone, which I’d left on silent. I had to deal with him. They were supposed to be back from their roadie today, and while he’d left me alone the entire time they were gone, I knew I’d have to face him eventually. “Tell him to call?—”
Before I could get my words out, my phone began to buzz, and I knew it was him. I took a breath and prepared myself to answer it, trying to come up with some kind of code so I didn’t give us away.
Though by their silence, they probably all had some idea by now.
“Vanya?”
“Where are you? Is very serious,” he said. There was something in his voice. Something like…fear? Maybe anger?
“What’s wrong?”
“He was at my house,” Vanya said. It took me a moment to realize who “he” was.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he was at my house. Is destroyed. Two floors flooded, third-floor walls ruined. He leave a note behind.”
Holy fuckingfuck. “Vanya?—”
“So I go by yours again and is the same. Ruined.”
The blood in my veins went ice-cold. “Where are you right now?”
“In car. Coming to you. Where you are at?”
“Caleb’s,” I said quietly.
“Am five minutes away. Be there soon.”
The line went dead. There was no tenderness in his tone this time. No kindness. No sign of him having missed me or wanting to see me. He was angry.
He blamed me.
And it was just as well. If I’d handled Hunter the right way a long time ago, Vanya wouldn’t be in this mess.
This was all entirely my fault.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
VANYA
My hands shookas I waited for the plane to taxi, watching the terminal get closer and closer through the window. I had half a dozen messages waiting for me on my phone that I was too anxious to answer, and the idea that I still had to make my way through the airport, get my car, and make it home in afternoon traffic was overwhelming.
My sister was waiting for me at some posh hotel near Beacon Hill, which was fine. She was taken care of, at least, and luckily for everyone, the only thing she’d come into contact with was disaster. God help the man who’d done this if he’d still been there when she got in.
My brothers were dangerous.
