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“Relax,” I urge.
I turn, smiling lightly.
Roisin is mine. Caring for her is a kink I hadn’t known that I even had.
Until now.
By the time the dishes are done, she’s sound asleep.
I consider taking her into the bedroom, but the glow of the fire on her curly hair is so fucking pretty, I decide that it’s easier to leave her there. I drag a dining room chair over so I’m sort of next to her, looking at the fire, and I pull out my phone.
Turning it on, the first thing I do is make sure I’m connected to the secure satellite service that I pay an arm and a leg for. No need to alert anyone to our location.
Next, I check the cameras at the lake house.
The frame loads slowly, but when it finishes, my heart leaps and my blood boils.
The house is fuckingtrashed.
I zoom in, pivoting the functioning security cameras around. It looks like someone broke in through the front door, which is fully off its hinges. Shit is scattered everywhere; it looks like someone just overturned everything trying to search the house.
I frown.
What the hell were they even looking for?
The wreckage doesn’t look like people who were searching for a person. It looks almost like someone just looking for a document, or some kind of item.
Or money, I guess.
It could also be that there’s something I’m missing. Maybe the point of all the carnage is just to scare Roisin. It makes no sense, though… why would they bother, when they know that she’s with me?
A text comes through. Liam. I open it, frowning at the words.
Liam: Tell Roisin that she needs to publicly take a role in the family if she wants this to stop. Don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t protect her if she’s still trying to play both sides of the field.
I growl.
Me: I’ll let her do what she wants to do.
Liam: Do it, DeLuca.
Me: This is probably your fault. Look for your own enemies.
Liam: It’s not me.
That gives me pause.
What the hell would he be talking about?
At that moment, Elio calls. I stand, quickly moving to the edge of the bathroom, quietly closing the door so I don’t wake Roisin. “What?” I hiss.
“Dino saw a ghost today.”
I roll my eyes. “The fuck does that mean?”
“I mean, he saw someone who shouldn’t be alive.”
My body stiffens. “Who?”