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He nods to himself, like that clarification was important.
“Yep. Right. You have free use of my Diamonds… well, Dante’s Diamonds. As the big guy decreed it, so it shall be.”
I chance a glance at Alana and Rose, who look just as confused as I’m feeling.
That’s the thing with Cain, his brain seems to operate slightly north of everyone else’s. He gets easily sidetracked, and has this weird need to be accurate in wording that hardly matters. Yet, it’s never boring. Something about him lightens the mood, and it’s hard to be down for too long when he’s around.
If I’m being completely honest, I think he scares me most of all. Because of the funny way he acts, it’s too easy to forget he’s a fucking killer. But according to Gray, Cain is one of the most lethal and ruthless ones alive. With his joker-like behavior, he sets people at ease when they should never relax around him.
Ugh, I wish I didn’t know this. Because now, whenever Cain makes me laugh, I’m afraid it’s because I’ve somehow wronged him, and that I’ll wake up with his knife pressed into my throat. Then again, if what Gray’s told me is true, if Cain had his eyes set on me, I wouldn’t wake up unless he somehow made it personal.
Fuck. My. Life.
“What are you saying?” Rocco asks brusquely, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he’s lost his patience with Cain’s roundabout explanation.
“Oh, yeah.” Cain laughs merrily, like Rocco just told a joke. “My point is that you don’t get a say in who is or isn’t here. Only who you stick your cock in. And since I enjoy looking at Cara’s ass, I vote she can stay on the island. She’s not the weakest link, so there’ll be no auf wiedersehen.”
Rose sounds incredulous as she whispers, “Did he just mix up three TV references?”
I shrug because I don’t know, but it wouldn’t surprise me.
“Thank you, Cain,” Mama says as she blows him a kiss. Then she turns to Rocco, and all traces of amusement vanish as soon as she lays eyes on him. “Just so you know, I wouldn’t leave, even if Cain hadn’t allowed me to stay.”
Straightening to her full height, she closes the distance between her and the Prez.
“You failed me, Rocco,” she says, stabbing her finger into his chest. “You promised to keep my girls safe, and you fucking failed.”
The air around us changes, tension making it hard to breathe.
“Don’t!” Gray barks as he squeezes me to his side. “Don’t fucking come in here and start shit today, Cara. I don’t fucking care who you think you are. Just. Don’t.”
Mama turns away from Rocco and takes a step toward Gray. Reacting purely on instinct, I slip from his side and position myself in front of him just as she takes another two steps.
“No,” I hiss, shaking my head. “Stay away from him.”
Looking behind Mama, as she comes to a halt, I notice the Cruz Cunts discreetly shifting closer. Alana, Rhiannon, Beth, and Rose casually move between me and Mama while they look between us.
“Maybe we should—”
Rose stops talking as Slasher abruptly stands and flips the table in front of him. Anger rolls off him in waves as he walks over to us, his eyes firmly on Mama C. Even though she doesn’t waver, I see the way her eyes widen, and I don’t blame her one bit. Slasher is fucking scary right now.
“Enough!” he roars. “You dare come in here and begin your bullshit today of all days? You lost a girl, and I lost two brothers. My fucking twin and a club brother.”
Titch steps closer. “Slasher, man—”
“No!” Slasher bellows, shrugging Titch’s hand off his shoulder. “I don’t fucking care that she’s here. I care that she’s fucking hijacking what’s supposed to be a memorial service to make it all about her.”
As I look around, I’m surprised to see several of the Cruz Cunts look at their former Mama with uncertainty.
Turning toward Mama C, Slasher continues. “The bodies haven’t been released, so their ashes aren’t in those urns.” He stabs a finger at the three decorative urns next to the pictures on the bar. “So don’t feed me any bullshit about being here to say goodbye.”
“Slasher… I…” Mama lifts her hand like she intends to touch him.
“Don’t,” he spits, taking a step back from the woman. “Don’t fucking touch me, Cara. I don’t even want you to speak to me or look at me.”
Alana steps closer to her man, wrapping her arms around him. “Shh,” she coos under her breath. “Ignore her and focus on why we’re here.”
Mama looks shell-shocked as Alana leads Slasher back to the table he upended, even helping him put it right.
