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A place to call home.
So I look at Beast, and he looks at me. “What do we have to lose?”
Beast mulls it over for a second. “No, thanks.”
“Well, then at least take my father’s stolen stuff back,” Luca says, handing him some papers. “It’s from Blom. I found it on the nightstand. I saw the bank account number and figured this is what you were talking about in the diner.”
I gasp. “You actually made a deal at a diner with this dude?”
Luca smiles. “The fucker is smarter than he looks.” He adds a wink.
“Hey,” Beast growls.
Luca raises his hands. “Just messing with you. Like I do with everyone.”
Beast’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t respond further because he’s too busy checking out the papers that carry my father’s secret bank account details … along with all the codes we’d need to access it.
“I don’t think my father got the time to use any of it, and neither did I, obviously,” Luca says. “So consider our short team effort to be officially finished now. I’m gonna call some people. Get rid of all the bodies. Start fresh. You should too.”
Luca runs back up the stairs to his mom, who is waiting for him while still talking on the phone.
I squeeze Beast’s hand. “Are you sure about this?”
He nods. “I would much rather spend a million years fixing up the place we finally had to ourselves than spend one more second indebted to anyone.” He squeezes my hand back. “Now, let’s go home.”
CHAPTER27
Aurora
When we’re backin the beach house, I look around and marvel at the mess that’s left, completely dumbfounded by how we’re supposed to clean this up. Most of the furniture is upturned and ripped. Vases are broken, and plates and knives are scattered all around. Things are upside down, the curtains are torn, and the floor is still stained with blood.
This is gonna take a while.
The door behind me closes, and I turn to look at Beast, who just stands there in the door opening, watching me.
But the way he looks at me is what makes my heart flutter.
So … primal.
And it makes me step back.
Just an inch.
But it’s enough to fan the flames behind his eyes.
“Stop,” he growls.
I immediately listen. Not because I’m scared, but because I know what he wants. Me.
So much that I think he’d actually chase me and pin me down if I ran.
And that’s the part that makes me gulp with excitement.
“But we’ve only just gotten back, the place is a mess, we need to clean it, and I’m still wearing this bathrobe and—”
One finger to the mouth is enough to silence me.
And I don’t know how or why he can always make me quiet so easily.
