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“Don’t worry, you can listen to your girl’s scream instead.”
“Go for it. I don’t have a fucking girl,” Neo counters. And I chuckle and shake my head. But my laughter instantly dies off and my heart sinks when I see the fucking redheaded son of a bitch walk through the door with my wife and sister, a gun in each hand and aimed at their heads.
ChapterTwenty-Four
When T left, I tossed and turned but I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I went downstairs to make a hot chocolate. I can’t bring myself to drink the decaffeinated shit T is trying to pass off as coffee. I’m trying not to think about why he had to leave the house at all hours of the morning. It’s only just breaking daylight outside now, and he’s been gone for at least two hours. I’m pouring some milk into a pot and putting it on the stove when Angelica walks into the kitchen.
“Morning. You’re up early. Are you sick again?”
“Um, no, thank God. Not yet, anyway. I’m making hot chocolate. Want one?”
“I’d much rather have some coffee, but sure, since your husband has decided to be overbearing, I’ll settle for a hot chocolate.”
“I’d die for one of Helena’s coffee’s right now,” I groan.
“We should just go. You know T and Neo are not going to be back for ages. They won’t even know we left.”
“I don’t know… Theo asked me to stay in the house.” I bite my lip, the temptation for a good hot cup of coffee strong.
“Do you always do everything he orders you to do?” Angelica questions, with a raised eyebrow.
“He didn’t order me; he asked. There’s a difference.”
“Okay, so he didn’t order you. That means you can leave the house.” She smiles. “Come on, we’ve been cooped up for days. Let’s get dressed and go. I’ll call my father. He’ll come and sit with Izzy so we can have some girl time. Your sister arrived last night, right? Go wake her up and tell her she’s coming.”
“I should show her around. She’s only been to New York once before and didn’t get to see much. Okay, let’s do it, but we are going to be quick, and I’m sending T a message to let him know.”
“You are too good for him, you know that?”
“Nope, he’s a legit dream come true.” I smile like the lovesick fool I am. Turning off the stove, I top the milk down the sink, excited by the prospect of Helena’s coffee. I run into Bray and Reilly’s guest room, and thank the heavens that I don’t catch them in the act. “Rye, get up! We’re going out for coffee.” I throw the blanket off her. She’s completely naked underneath, so I quickly pull it back up.
“Argh, go away. What kind of monster are you? Who the hell wakes people up at this ungodly hour?” Reilly groans, covering her head with the blanket.
“Come on, Rye, I want you to meet Helena. You’ll love her. But you’ll love her coffee more.”
Her head pokes out. “Coffee? Why didn’t you start with that? Give me five minutes.”
“Babe, you’re gonna need more than five minutes,” Bray grumbles.
“Nope. No, she isn’t. You can keep it in your pants for a few hours while I steal her away.”
“Joke’s on you, Hol. I’m not wearing any pants.” Bray laughs.
“Five minutes, Rye. Be ready.” I run into T’s old bedroom and quickly throw on some jeans and a sweater. I pull down a pair of black boots and a white coat. Perfect. I don’t have time to fix the bird’s nest that is my hair, so I run a brush through it a few times, then put a beanie on to cover the mess. I look like the old me. The me before Theo. Nothing fancy, just plain old Holly. I don’t care though. I’m comfortable, and right now, that beats style any day.
I wait in the foyer and instantly regret not putting more effort into my outfit when Angelica and Reilly come bounding down the stairs. They look like they’ve just stepped out of Paris fashion week. Bloody hell, I really should go and change.
“Love the boots. I’m stealing them before I leave,” Reilly says when she reaches me. “Okay, I was promised coffee, so let’s get out of here.” She links her arm with mine.
“I’ll drive. Come on.”
As I turn on the light to the garage, Reilly gasps. “Holy shit, Holly. This is… this is fucking epic.”
I don’t know what keys I picked out of the drawer. They have a numbering system, but I have no clue what it is. I’m delighted when a sleek black Maserati lights up. “Come on, I’ve been waiting to drive this.” Reilly jumps in the passenger seat while Angelica slides in the back. When we get to the end of the drive, the guard eyes us with caution. I roll the window down and smile. “Good morning, how are you?” I ask him.
“Ma’am, the boss said no one was leaving the grounds today.”
“Well, the boss ain’t here, and I’m on my way out. Do I really need to call my husband and tell him one of his men is preventing me from running my daily errands?” I bat my lashes at him.
