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But whatever. In any case, here we all are at Gabriel’s house.
Gabriel and Alistair stand on one side of the room, occasionally shooting me a dark look. On the other side of the room, Tempest talks quietly with Maeve, who I guess has managed to get away from Charles for the evening.
Suddenly, the door to the living room opens, and Pam steps in with an awkward look on her face.
“Mr. Black, sir,” she smiles weakly. “Uh, Mr.Blackis here.”
This should be interesting.
Charles strides in with a deep scowl on his face, which only gets darker when his gaze lands on Maeve.
“You left the house without saying goodbye, sweetheart,” he rumbles quietly.
Maeve stiffens as she slips behind Tempest.
“If you had,” the older man mutters, eyeing her sharply before clearing his throat, “I would have given you a ride.” He exhales as he turns to level a cold look at his grandsons. “Well? What’s for dinner?”
Alistair and Gabriel glance at each other before walking over to Charles and me. Tempest shoots me a look before pulling Maeve out of the room and into the adjoining dining room.
“Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” Alistair growls at his grandfather.
Charles ignores him as he turns to arch a brow at me. “I know why you called for this absurd dinner, Dante.”
I smile icily. “And why is that, Charles?”
“Because Vito wants to work together again.”
“Well, that depends.”
“On?”
My smile drops. “On if you’re still working with Massimo and Luciano.”
Charles scowls before he can stop himself. I smirk.
“Honeymoon over already?”
He shoots me a look. “Luciano is all over the place. And your cousin…”
“Distant cousin,” I mutter.
Charles frowns. “Whatever he is to you, he’s a fucking sociopath, and I don’t trust him not to shoot me in the back of the goddamn head, much less to respect my business interests.”
I lift a shoulder. “Well, in that case, Vito might be interested in?—”
“Not so fast,” Gabriel growls, stepping between Charles and I and glaring at his grandfather. “Maeve’s eighteen now. Which makes her legally an adult.”
Charles frowns. “Where are you going with?—”
“She’s going to be living here now. Not with you.”
The room is quiet for a second before Charles begins to laugh. “Is that a fact?”
Gabriel doesn’t bat an eye. “It is. I’mdonepretending I don’t see the abject fear in her eyes whenever you’re in the same room as her. And to say that you and your gold digger wife are a bad influence on her is agrossunderstatement. It ends now. Maeve moves here to finish high school. After that, she’s welcome to continue living here if she goes to school in New York. If not, she can live wherever she chooses.”
Rage clouds Charles’ eyes.
“That isnothappening?—”
