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“Let’s discuss it over dinner,” I suggested, swiping my eyes at Zion and Poet.
Cassian nodded. “Fine, Mom.”
“Zion, Poet, what do you want to eat?” I called.
“Pizza,” they answered immediately. As we headed towards the parking lot, I heard Poet call out excitedly. Before I could stop her, she was scurrying over to a tall, handsome, well-built man. She dropped her bags as he scooped her up, and she laughed.
A brief smile crossed Chill’s lips as he took us in.
“Mom’s been buying us lots of clothes. I’ve got sparkly shoes and dresses and hair stuff and jewellery and—”
“Take a breath,” I interrupted. I waited for Chill to put her down, but he seemed content to have her perch on his arm.
“We’re going for pizza,” Zion stated. “Wanna come?”
“Sure. We didn’t have our cook today as she had the day off,” Chill teased, and Cassian turned to me.
“Did you sack my mom?”
“No. She had…” Chill looked at me. “To do something.”
“Yeah, I guessed that,” Cassian replied.
“Poet, pick your bags up. We’re taking these to the car and then heading for pizza.”
“I’ll carry some,” Chill said immediately, relieving Zion, Cassian, and me of several packages. He grabbed a handful of Poet’s, and Poet clung to his little finger. We approached the junk heap, and Chill’s eyebrows rose at the amount in it.
“Wow, this is your second drop-off?”
“Third. They needed… everything.” I lowered my voice. “Gerard threw nearly everything of theirs. The butler saved some of their personal items, but I don’t know what.”
“Where’d he save them?”
“In a storage container. I’m going to check tomorrow.” I cut the conversation dead as Zion and Poet turned to me with grins.
“Pizza!” Poet cried, hopping up and down.
“Yup. Come on. I’m guessing you want the one with the child’s play area?”
“Yay!” Poet squealed.
Chill fell into step with me as we headed there. It should have been awkward, but Poet’s incessant chatter and Zion’s little asides made it easier. Chill didn’t seem bothered as both kids hung off his hands. Cassian kept shooting Chill suspicious glances, and I couldn’t blame him. Why was one of my employers coming to dinner with us?
As soon as we were settled at a table, Cassian turned to me. “What the hell is going on? And don’t bother lying to me, Mom.”
“Your dad finalised the divorce today,” I said, having my answer pre-prepared.
“Dad wouldn’t have given up easily. How much did we get?” Cassian demanded.
“Everything.”
Cassian’s jaw dropped open. “No fuckin’ way did Dad give you that much.” Cassian stared at Chill, his eyes narrowing. “Your club is involved.”
“Your mom is one of ours,” Chill said calmly.
“The house? Money? Cars? Vacation homes? We got all of it?” Cassian pressed.
I nodded.
