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The same went for my career. I didn’t have the business, but I felt such little sorrow over it now I knew what it really was, that I wondered why it had ever seemed like such a big deal.
Luca had done me a favor.
He’d shown me the sort of man I would have become if I’d tried to hold on to it. Greedy. Desperate. Unscrupulous.
I looked over at Rebel and her sweet smile as she play fought with Kian. I didn’t want to be that man. She’d had enough of men who only cared about money and wealth and status and power. That sort of man had nearly destroyed her.
Letting go of the business and the house meant I would never hurt her like that.
My mom was probably going to hurt me when she found out what I’d done though.
“See ya, Providence. Been nice living in you, even if it was only for a little while.” Rebel saluted the house and the surrounding neighborhood.
I grabbed her fingers and linked mine through them. “Don’t get too eager. We still have lunch at my mom’s before we head back to Saint View.”
Kian had already started walking in that direction. “Thank God, because I am starving. Is she making those little quiche things I like? I freaking hope so.”
I shrugged. “No idea. Probably. She knows you will inhale about a dozen of them.”
Rebel and I followed after him, our shoes crunching over the dry, winter grass.
Fang held back, hovering around his motorcycle.
I glanced back at him when I realized he wasn’t following. “You coming?”
He shrugged. “Wasn’t sure if I was invited.”
I stopped and frowned at him. “Of course you’re fucking invited. Do you need a gold-foil invitation for a family barbecue?”
He flipped me the bird. “I just…fuck off. Whatever.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Good words, Fang. Super eloquent.”
He just glared at me.
I let go of Rebel and went back to where he stood, the two of us going eye to eye. I needed to make sure he knew something. “I don’t have a gold-foil invite. But what I do have is a friend who will do anything for someone I love. That makes him family. Capiche?”
Kian snorted. “Also super eloquent, Vaughn. Jesus fuck. You went to a private school. You don’t have anything better than that?”
I glared at him. “Do you?”
He cleared his throat. “Hey, bro,” he called to Fang. “We love ya.”
I rolled my eyes. “Would you please just come to lunch?”
A small smile flickered at the edges of his mouth. “You could call me Milo, you know. Since we’re family and all.”
Me, Kian, and Rebel all stared at him.
I squinted, trying the name on for size. “Yeah, I don’t think I can do that.”
“Me neither.” Kian mouthed the name silently. “Nope. You sure that’s the name on your birth certificate? You sure it’s not…Gunner, or…I don’t know, I really do think it should be Fang.”
Rebel ignored him and turned her head into Fang’s arm to press a kiss on top of his jacket. “Sorry, babe. You’re always going to be Fang to us.”
He brushed his lips over the top of her head. “Lucky I like it then.” He glanced my way and silently mouthed, “Thank you.”
All I did was nod.
