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"No. I trust you to keep her safe if anything goes wrong," he states.

"Why would something go wrong?" I ask, dread settling in my stomach as we pull up outside the house.

"It might not, but this whole situation is fishy. Alessandro has never been to Jericho's house, especially not for a meeting. He always has us go to him, and we prefer that because Jericho doesn't want him here. This is unusual and I feel like there's an ulterior motive, so stay close to me."

Chapter Forty-Seven

Kaleb

Ifollow my father through the foyer, my eyes tracking his every movement whilst I listen to the sounds of Sophia and Jaylen's footsteps behind me.

As we walk through the hallway, he stops and glances at the steel door to the right, frowning.

"Kitchen is to the left," I tell him, urging him to continue walking so that he hopefully doesn't ask any questions.

He turns to me, raising a brow at my gruff tone, and then continues down the hallway and into the kitchen, where Jericho is waiting for us with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Afternoon, Father," he says, nodding at the man before me.

As my father stands in the centre of the kitchen, his eyes scanning every surface, I step to the side and motion for Sophia and Jaylen to walk past me into the kitchen.

Jaylen walks straight over to the fridge, pulls out a plate of food that Myra has prepared, and leans against the counter as he uncovers the food and starts shovelling it into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Sophia hesitantly walks into the room, her hands clasped together in front of her as she walks towards one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

Both my father and Jericho watch her as she takes a seat, and I grind my teeth together as I see my father's cold gaze scan her body.

"Did you find a dress?" Jericho asks, leaning on the counter opposite her.

She nods, lifting her eyes from her lap to look at him.

"Yeah, it's in the car."

"Good. I'll get Myra to bring it inside and have her find me a matching tie," he says, a slight smile on his face as he speaks to her.

I assume he can see how tense she is and is trying to make her feel a little more relaxed.

"Do you have somewhere more private where we can go so that we can talk?"

The smile drops from my brother's face as his eyes slice over to where our father is standing.

"We can talk in here," he states, taking a sip of his drink and standing to his full height again.

My father pointedly glances at Sophia and Jaylen, raising his brows in question.

"We're married, and he is her bodyguard, so it's fine that they're here for this conversation," Jericho says, narrowing his eyes.

"I understand that, but they're King's. They have no business hearing Rossi conversations," my father spits.

My shoulders tense and I clench my fists as anger seeps into my bones when I see his disgusted, venomous eyes on my girl.

"Sophia is a Rossi," Jericho barks loudly, causing Sophia to jump in her chair. "Besides, you were the one that orchestrated the marriage between us that united both families together, soI'll say it again, it's fine to have this conversation here in their presence. If you're not happy with that, then you can leave, and we will have this conversation in your office another time."

My father purses his lips, visibly unhappy with the way Jericho has spoken to him.

"Very well," he grinds out, stepping towards the breakfast bar and pulling out the seat beside Sophia.

He sits beside her and her body stiffens as her head drops back down so that she's staring at the counter.

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