I wasn't too concerned for our immediate future, as Knight wouldn't have ever had the information to this place. It was a secret kept between my mother and I.
"How did Lucy capture you?" I asked him, the last missing piece to the puzzle that bothered me.
At this, he frowned, his face twisting into a scowl. “That bitch told me that she had information about Coulter. That his life was in danger. And then, when we showed up at the Black mansion and she pulled out her gun, I needed to know what she had planned, so I went along with her." He looked away from me and to Dante, pleading him to understand. "I know I was supposed to be following the Bratva but I actually believed her.”
"Hey man, forget that whore." Dante stepped forward and put his hand on Knight's shoulder. "Those Bratvas were only meant to distract us, all they did was hang out at some stripper clubs for the rest of the night."
Knight's hand went to Dante's wrist, and he squeezed it tight, Knight’s voice fierce. "I would kill her again if I could.”
“I would too.” Dante said.
I stood up, needing to take care of some other business. "Give Dante the information you gave up to Dimitri and we'll make sure it doesn't have any connections to our current situation. Then I need you to heal up, I don’t know how long we’ll be able to stay here.”
They both nodded at me but I paused to look into Knight's eyes, telling him what he needed to hear. "Don't worry about what happened back there. I would've done the same thing if I was in your position. And you going after Rose goes a long way in my book.” I paused. “I owe you.”
His throat bobbed and he gave me a nod. “I was only protecting Coulter. Even if he died, I knew he would’ve wanted me to go with her.
“You’re loyal, and I appreciate that.” I pat his shoulder, then left the room, leaving them to talk.
Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair, hesitating outside the bedroom door.
I was exhausted, and tempted to go back to Rose and Coulter's room, to strip off my clothes and climb into bed next to them.
To hold Rose once more, to feel her skin under my fingers, to inhale her scent into me once more, to live and breathe her into me.
God, the woman mde me burn.
But I forced my feet in the opposite direction, away from the woman I wanted in my arms for the rest of my life and towards the small living room where our security was set up, a part of me dying with each step I took away from her.