Their stone-cold eyes meet mine. They want to voice their opinions. Tell me how they kept my son safe. Kicks and Angel choose to stay out of me and Serenity’s fight.
“There’s no need for restructuring. My team will return with me to my house,” Serenity says.
I chuckle. “You’re staying in our home.”
“I was stressed for five years because I kept Madden from you. I still feel terrible about that. But you got me pregnant knowing I didn’t want children,” she bites out. “You stole my choice, Nico. I can’t wrap my mind around you switching out my birth control pills for sugar pills.” She shakes her head.
Catch chuckles as he takes us higher.
Ritchie mutters, “I told him that shit was a bad idea. Just like it was for you, Catch.”
“So what,” Catch grits out. “Bombshell came around eventually.”
I ignore my cousins.
“Unfucking believable. Your family was in on this.” She shakes her head.
There’s a beat of silence.
“I understand we’re in an arranged marriage. We’ll raise Madden together.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “And the baby I’m probably carrying.”
Her cold, gray eyes land on me. “You and I are no more.”
“You won’t move out of our family home. You’ll sleep in the same bed as me. And you’ll get pregnant with our other two children.”
She sits back, staring straight ahead. “Only by artificial insemination,” she adds.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” I roar.
“Shit, we’ve got company,” Catch says over the headphones.
I unbuckle and grab an AR-15 from the steel weapons box on the left. “Catch how many?” I ask.
“Two,” he yells.
Time for fucking battle.
Serenity’s bodyguards jump into action, ready to help. Serenity starts to unbuckle.
“No, stay seated,” I order.
She scowls at me.
“Kick’s you handle the other side.”
I throw the door open and hang onto the handle hanging from the ceiling. I feel Serenity’s worried eyes on me.
Yes, she hates me for what I did, but she still loves me too. I know, confusing.
“Catch get us over the ocean,” I tell him.
“On it,” he says.
The warm air whips through my hair as I aim my weapon at one of the two helicopters. We’re over a road. I’d like to prevent innocent casualties.
Curling my finger around the trigger, I squeeze. I see Kicks in my periphery do the same. The pilot flies straight up in the air. The second helicopter has missiles.
Before I can tell Catch anything, he flies to the left.
