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“On a scale of one to ten, how fucked am I?” I asked. “Can I just get yelled at and call it day?”
A door shut with a click. “I’ve never yelled in my life,” Lucien snapped. “And Olivia’s asleep.”
“So I guess your era of celibacy is over then,” I said.
“It is not,” he said curtly. “Sound echoes through the house at night. I don’t want her to hear us down the hall.”
Part of me had hoped he’d broken his resolve and fucked her before the wedding. It would have probably lessened my repercussions if he’d loosened up and gotten laid.
“Do you have the guns?” he said.
“I just signed the deal,” I said. “We’re good, you can tell Romano to calm the fuck down. The supply is back up and running.”
“Do I want to know where you got them?”
“V’s right hand.”
“Fuck,” said Lucien softly. “Alright, I’ll create a paper trail to keep Romano from asking questions.”
“A thank you would be nice.”
“Not likely. You did your job.”
I sighed. “The guns are secured. Can I just go mind my business right now?”
Lucien’s desk chair creaked and I knew he was in his office upstairs. “No, you have to bring that girl back and give her back to her father. You don’t have any claim to her, Duran.”
I glanced over at Iris. I had every claim to this woman—I’d fucked her, I’d knelt at her feet, I’d called her mine. My throat went tight. If I was a lot braver, I’d have admitted the reason I had claim to Iris Scavo a long time ago.
I loved her and that made her my girl.
The realization pulled me out of the present moment like I’d been thrown from the car. In this moment, all I saw was the years of wondering if I was broken, if I was too fucked up to love anyone. If I was just the son of an evil man and I deserved to always be alone.
I hadn’t expected love to feel this good. Like pure euphoria, like a drug coursing through my veins.
I also hadn’t expected love to bring all my pain to the surface. I hadn’t expected it to feel like the most uncomfortable kind of healing.
“Duran?”
I blinked, jerking back to reality. “What?” I asked hoarsely.
“I want you back home right now,” he said. “Bring the Scavo girl.”
He hung up and I lowered my phone. Her hand slid over my arm and I looked down as her fingers gripped me. Her eyes were wide and tender, full of concern.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“Lucien wants us back in the city,” I said. “We need to go get our things from the hotel.”
“Both…both of us?”
“If you want, I’ll bring you home,” I managed. “You don’t need to face the consequences of what I did.”
Her palm slid down and met mine. Our fingers twined together. It turned out, I did have a heart after all because the thought of being parted from her was breaking it.
“I’m going back with you,” she said.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
