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“What a dick.” Comes from Gage but I ignore them as I watch the mirth in Royal’s eyes disappear only to be replaced with rage, he slowly turns to face his father and everyone in the room quietens down as the tension ramps up between father and son. Bishop is an imposing force but so is his son. When Royal climbs to his feet, Bishop does the same and immediately Kiara and I are there standing in front of each of them trying to stop whatever the hell is happening.
“Royal, he’s your father.” I try to reason, I cut a glance to the side of the room where Chanel stands with the twins imploring her without words to help me stop this, she gives me a subtle shake of her head.
“You touch a single hair on my baby’s head and I will shoot you myself,” Kiara warns her husband, the fact she still scolds her son for cussing and calling him her baby when the man literally murders people and is set to take over the biggest mafia family in existence is comical as fuck.
“He needs to pop the fucking titty out of his mouth and stand on his own feet without you protecting him, the boy is begging for me to whoop his ass.”
“Get to it old man, let’s do it right here right now.” Royal taunts his father, I peer over my shoulder and watch as Bishop shucks off his suit jacket and begins to unbutton his white shirt ignoring his wife’s warnings. Royal grips the back of his shirt and yanks it over his head in that sexy way men do cracking his neck side to side. Bishop’s entire body is covered in ink, but the one piece of ink that stands out is the name inscribed across his throat,Royal.
Fuck it.
I dart into the middle of them and hold my arms out pushing against both their chests, Bishop growls but I ignore him as I look at his son, all the others crowd us ready to intervene.
“He’s your father, he is always going to push your buttons because it’s his job to force you to become better than him.” Royal continues to glare at his father but says nothing. “Jesus, your fucking name is tattooed across his throat! If you can’t see that he is just lashing out at you because he doesn’t know how else to tell you he’s worried about you then you are fucking fool.” That manages to get through to him, he frowns down at me before looking back to his dad. “He’s just worried about you.” I mumble quietly as I do the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life and drop my hands and turn my back to the Don of the mafia that I thought killed my family.
Royal keeps his gaze on mine as I slowly reach out and place my hands on either side of his waist, I can feel everyone’s eyes on me but my only focus is getting Royal to back away from his dad. I gently push him hoping he’ll take my hint and take a step back, relief floods through me when he takes two backward. I see it in his eyes, he isn’t calm enough to deal with his father so I blurted out for him to take me for a walk. His face contorts for a minute before he nods stiffly, grips my hand, snags his shirt off the floor and drags me out of the room.
ROYAL
It’s taken me close to an hour to calm the fuck down, if Erika didn’t do what she did my dad and I would have thrown hands. We have argued before but not like that, I’ve never stepped to him with that sort of intent before. Something about the way he was looking at Erika and spoke to her snapped something inside me and the need to protect her was so strong I was willing to throw down with my old man.
“Royal?” I shake my head and peer down at the woman in question, I reach out and cup her face between my hands and lean in to kiss her but she yanks free of my hold and shakes her head.
“Get the fuck back here now!”
She shakes her head again and takes a step back so I move forward ready to grab her ass. “Not while your parents are there!” She screeches when I grip the front of her shirt and haul her toward me, I look to the back patio and sure enough, my mom and dad both stand there staring at us.
“Should we run and hide?”
Erika scoffs and laughs, she grabs my hand and leads me back toward the house but I plant my feet refusing to move. “Stop being a baby,” I growl in warning, she throws her hands in the air in frustration. “They love you, they only want what is best for you and I don’t blame them for hating me. You shouldn’t either, be grateful you have parents to watch over you!” Gripping the back of her neck I drag her to me and force her to her tiptoes as I get right in her face not giving a fuck about my parents watching us.
“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks, you’re mine and no one, I do mean no one, not even the Don of the Murdoch mafia gets to disrespect you in my fucking presence.” Her jaw unhinges. “Close your mouth Sirena or I’ll fill it with my cock and give my parents a good show.” She snaps her mouth closed and stares up at me with a dazed look, “I believe this is the part where you promise to worship the fuck out of me and agree to let me fuck your ass because I defended your honor?” That seems to snap her out of it.
“Even if I said no, you would find a way to make me agree anyway, plus that wasn’t what had me shocked.”
“Now you’re getting it baby.” She smacks me on the chest and pulls away walking toward the patio leaving me no choice but to fucking follow her sexy ass. The moment we step onto the porch I expect uncomfortable silence but Erika surprises the fuck out of me when she moves to stand in front of my dad with her head held high, my mom raises her brows as she looks to me, I shake my head having no idea what the fuck she is doing.
“I was wrong, sir. I had been given the wrong information and accused you of something heinous and I am really sorry for that. I know because of my last name I’m not welcome.” I growl behind her, hating she thinks that. “But, I… I really like your son and–.”
“If you’re about to ask me for my son’s hand in marriage I’ll shoot you.” A light chuckle leaves my girl at my dad’s taunt.
“God no sir, I like your son don’t get me wrong, but I’m not putting a ring on anything for a hot minute.”
“Is my son not good enough for you?” I bite my lip to keep from laughing knowing dad is just fucking with her but I remain silent to see what she does.
“To be honest with you sir, it’s me that isn’t worthy of him.” That statement has my blood boiling. “I see how this looks from the outside, I’m the poor orphan who tried to fuck your family over only to fall into bed with your son. I know to most it looks like…” She looks at my mom. “I’m sorry for what I say next.” Mom’s brows raise but she says nothing as Erika looks back to my dad. “It looks like I’m fucking my way to the top to get the golden ticket but I’m not, I’ve busted my ass for everything I have and I have never been handed a godamn thing in my life.”
Dad stares down at her with scrutiny. Not needing or wanting his opinion, I reach out and yank her back to me by her shirt. She huffs her annoyance when I anchor her to my front by wrapping an arm around her waist.
“So, are you here to say sorry?” I ask the big bastard, his face twitches telling me he wants to go the fuck off but then Mom clears her throat and he groans low in his throat.
“Sit the fuck down, you shithead.” He forces out as he takes a seat on one of the wooden patio chairs, Mom perches on the arm of his seat while I drop into the other one and drag Erika onto my lap ignoring her protests.
“Quit fucking squirming.” I snap at her, if she keeps wriggling her ass like that I’m going have to have this conversation with my parent’s rock fucking hard.
“Your mother is sitting right there.” She grits out through clenched teeth.
“So?”
