Page 76 of Reign of Psychos

“Who’s the necklace from?” Kyril asked, lifting the delicate pendant with one of his giant fingers.

“Me,” Dar said in a gruff voice. “I can’t give her a ring, so I chose a gift that has meaning for both of us.”

Milo looked despondent for a moment, then began tapping away. I watched him curiously, but he didn’t look up.

“I guess I better level up my gift buying game,” Cassian commented dryly. “How does a private island in the Caribbean sound?”

“Like a joke?” I rolled my eyes at his bullshit.

“How about a house in Martha’s Vineyard?” I didn’t bother replying. He was clearly in the mood to wind me up. Mega-rich families like the Kennedy’s lived in Martha’s Vineyard. Or A-listers like Taylor Swift. People like me were more likely to end up in a trailer park in Butt Fuck Alabama. As a mafia don, my father had always been wealthy, but I’d never seen much evidence of it.

“Sure.” My eyes rolled so far back in my head I almost fell off the sofa.

“Like this one.” Cassian passed me his iPad. I glanced down at the screen and nearly choked. It showed a real estate listing worth $24 million. Seven bedrooms and a private beach.

“You’re having a laugh, right?”

He didn’t even crack a smile. “I wouldn’t joke about something as important as this. Do you like it?”

I swiped through the photographs. The house looked a little dated in parts, but the layout was amazing. There were floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean, a wide terrace, and an infinity pool. The house even had a jacuzzi and sauna, for fuck’s sake.

It was a struggle to vocalize my thoughts about the property. Clearly a future as a luxury realtor was not on the cards for me. Damn.

“It’s…amazing…but also ridiculously expensive.”

“I have money. Lots of money.”

“And a big ego,” Dar muttered.

“So you, like, bought this house? Without actually seeing it?” That seemed insane. He nodded.

“Why?”

“So we have somewhere safe to live, away from any possible threats still lingering in Europe. And also well away from my father.”

Ah. Of course. He needed somewhere safe for his mother. It all made sense now.

“I’m sure your mom will love it.”

His expression softened. “Sweetheart, it’s for you. My mom will want her own place once she’s gone through rehab.”

“You bought me a 24 million dollar house?” My jaw hit the floor. I had no idea what to do with that statement.

“Hey, we can’t all afford to buy a mega mansion!” Landon huffed crossly, while Dario snorted with derision.

Jesus. When would this stupid rivalry ever end?

Cassian ignored them all. “Once I know Mom is OK, we can leave.”

Maybe flying to the US wasn’t such a bad idea after all. It wasn’t like I had anything to keep me here. Verity loved her school. And there was nothing stopping her from flying out to stay with me during the holidays, or I could visit her. I’d miss Eden, but she was busy with college. Maybe she could visit with Verity.

“OK.” Cassian looked relieved.

“Good.”

“Here,” Milo blurted, cutting Cassian off as he was about to say something else. He thrust his laptop in my direction.

“Have you bought her a private jet?” Dario mocked. I scowled at him.

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