“I’m not here for fucking breakfast,” he snapped, his green eyes flashing. He moved past me and went directly to Rosalie. I watched as he reached out and cradled her face.
“Sister,” he murmured.
“Dante?” her groggy voice called out. “What are you doing here?”
“You needed me, so I’m here,” he continued softly.
I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, letting him be alone with her for a moment. Dante was intense. Insanely intense, especially with Rosalie.
I did my business and brushed my teeth before returning to find Rosalie sitting up, and Dante with his arm around her, his head pressed to hers.
They shared weird moments together. Wordless, tense moments. I always felt like I was intruding on them.
I cleared my throat.
Rosalie’s eyelids fluttered, but neither pulled away from one another.
“What is being done about my sister’s safety?” Dante asked softly, brushing her hair away from her face.
“We’re going to meet today to discuss it. We’ll be flying to Boston this afternoon to get out of New York. A report has been made with the police.”
Dante scoffed and finally looked away from Rosalie and locked his focus on me.
“Thepolice? Really?”
“I had to file the report. It needed to be documented.”
“Yes, well, I’ll make sure it’s documented.” He got to his feet, looking like a nightmare in black. “I’ll put men on it. She returns to Chicago next month for a show. She will be protected. I will be traveling with her.”
“What?” I asked, frowning. “No. That’s fine. We don’t need you?—”
“Alessandro, I like you, but I am not asking for your permission. I am telling you what is going to happen.” He approached me like a predator before meeting me eye-to-eye. “Don’t fucking test me right now. I’m not in a good place.” He pointed to his head.
“Are you ever?” I asked softly.
His lips quirked up. “I suppose that depends on your definition ofgood.” He backed away and looked over to Rosalie, who watched from the edge of the bed. “Pack your bags, sister.We’re going to Boston. I’ll let my people know.” He moved past me like a black shadow, leaving me alone with Rosalie.
“Did you call him?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Asylum told him.”
I sighed. “Of course he did.”
It looked like we’d be entertaining the king of the underground for a few weeks. May god have mercy on anyone who tried to get close to Rosalie now.
4
EVAN
Outside the hotel Rosalie was staying in was a fucking nightmare. Reporters all over. I’d seen the papers and gossip rags. She’d been attacked outside. They made it sound like she’d been stabbed and was dying.
That pissed me off.
The image captured made it worse.
In it, she stood covered in blood as people scrambled to run.
The headline read:Bishop Attacked and Rushed to Emergency Room.
