AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Yeah,” Jon-Jo croaks.
“You’re all fucking fired.”
“Yes, sir. We already have replacements on the way.”
Hanging up with a sneer, I accept that. This isn’t the first set of guards who have screwed up, and it won’t be the last.
Pouring a Scotch, I then head upstairs with it, passing Isla’s door and opening my own. Leaving it wide open, just in case those two arseholes try something, I sit back in the armchair and contemplate this shitshow of a day and how the hell we are going to sort this out tomorrow, seeing as they both know exactly where I am and how many of their people have they told. Looks like the Don is going to have to pack up and move, which is something that really pisses me off.
39
DANTE
Finding myself in a room overlooking the cliff top, I chose the one right at the end of the corridor and made sure to lock it behind me. I don’t know, nor do I care, which one Sebastian took, but I look out over the view and ponder what the hell the three of us are doing. Bitter rivals suddenly in a truce because of some woman that we don’t even know.
The weird thing is, I want to hold myself to this because I know Isla will be upset and disappointed if I break it.
I can’t even begin to unpack how much she has affected me after only a couple of interactions, but it appears I’m not the only one. I guess we are used to a certain type of woman. Know what they want, hard as nails, seductive, either wealthy themselves or a complete gold digger, or both, even.
Predators.
Isla is the complete opposite of this, and we can all see it and want a taste of that innocence. We have given her no reason to trust us, yet she was willing to help Sebastian because he was injured.
Speaking of that… I look down at my fists. They’re red and sore, but nothing I can’t handle. It was worth every single second to smash Gideon’s face in. Right now, I can’t think about his surprise when I mentioned his betrayal. He has to be faking. There is no other explanation for it.
Wondering if Sebastian will hold up his end of the truce, I decide to risk it and take a shower. I’m hot and sweaty and aching. Gideon wasn’t joking when he said we’re all too old for this shit. I haven’t had a fistfight in as long as I can remember, so I think I’ll pass on that and stick to weapons only. It’s much easier to take down your opponent with a swift and brutal slash of a knife.
Stripping off, I step under the shower and turn it on, forgoing my ritual of cold first. I need heat. Lots of it.
Standing under the torrent of scorching water is bliss. Turning into it, I hiss when it stings the cuts and scrapes on my body. Relaxing after a few seconds, I enjoy the peace and quiet and solitude. As much as I wish we’d had this all out tonight, I get why Gideon has called a halt to it. We all need to be on the front foot tomorrow, and right now, we are sideswiped by Isla’s presence here.
Reluctantly getting out of the shower a few minutes later, my burner phone vibrates in my coat pocket, having somehow made it through the fight with the guards and Gideon.
“Yeah?” I know it will be Jem; she is the only one with this number.
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Do you have an update?”
“Not for you.”
“Not helpful.”
“This doesn’t concern you.”
“I think Sebastian has gone after you.”
“He did. He is here.”
Shocked pause.
“And you’re both still alive?”
“Yep.”
“You’re not giving me much here, Dante.”
