I knew what he was talking about. We’d been discussing me asking Rosalie to marry me, too. Evan and I had researched it at length after he told me Enzo had told him years ago that he knew a place where we could marry. It was some island that looked gorgeous from the images we’d seen.
“No,” I replied. “I-I want to. I was thinking, when we go to Italy on the international tour. That’s when I’d ask her.”
“She’ll say yes,” Evan said. “I know she will.”
I chuckled softly. “I’m still nervous.”
“I know for a fact she will tell you yes. Stop worrying. I know you. You’re worrying.”
I smiled, but that didn’t stop the bit of anxiety still bubbling up within me.
“I need to make some calls,” I said, breathing out. “Try to get ahead of this mess we have going on so I can focus on our girland ask her to marry me. See if I can get some people to look into all this. Ryder is out right now with some men, but we need more.”
“I’ll be there soon,” Evan said. “Go rest, man. Lock the door. Make sure the band is safe. Hold her for me.”
I sat forward and blew out a tired breath. He was right. I’d need to be wide awake for tomorrow.
“I have security outside our door, and the band has guys outside theirs. We should be good for the night.”
“You got your piece?” Evan asked softly.
I nodded tightly despite him not being able to see me.
“Always, brother.”
“Good. Don’t fucking hesitate, man.”
“Never,” I whispered, knowing I’d blow a motherfucker’s head off if he even looked at our girl funny.
“We’re getting ready to board. I’ll talk to you soon. Be safe. I love you.”
“Love you too,” I said.
The line clicked off, and I sat back on the couch for a few minutes, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. Evan didn’t often travel. He had maybe hopped four planes in four years to see Rosalie perform. His time was spent with our daughter, ballet recitals, tea parties, writing, and working out. He’d spent the last four years learning various martial arts. He was terrifying. I knew it was likely related to his trauma from the underground and his desire to never feel weak again.
I’d gone through that phase myself a time or two, but Evan took it to a whole other level.
I was a big, strong man who knew martial arts and could street fight, but Evan? He scared even me.
The underground changed people. We were all a testament to that.
But some became complete nightmares, and Evan was definitely going to be someone’s nightmare once he found who touched our girl.
And me?
I’d be right beside him.
“What the fuck is going on?”
I snapped my eyes open as a loud voice boomed out. Immediately, I sat up and grabbed my gun as Rosalie stirred next to me in our bed.
“You should have had your bullet in my head already,” Dante snarled, stomping over and glaring down at me.
Fuck.
Rosalie’s brother, the ruler of the new underground.
“You heard?” I mumbled, letting go of my gun and staring at him.
