Page 161 of Savage Suit
Armani and Quinn engaged in a stare down, an unwinnable competition against Quinn. One of her favorite pastimes as a child had been engaging Logan and me in staring contests.
After looking away first and sitting down again, Armani opened her mouth to speak, but Quinn held her hand up, gulping down the rest of her water. Releasing a satisfied sigh, she said, “Save whatever it is you’re about to say, Armani.” Her glower didn’t falter. “I won’t be scolded by a backstabber with no family loyalty.”
“How dare you?” Timothe stood again and stormed to her. “You’re a little good-for-nothing cow.” He reached for her, but Logan knocked his hand away.
As Noah and I stood again, Quinn jumped from her seat. She shoved Timothe away from her. Even if he’d thought of retaliating, Noah inserting himself between them and Logan jerking her away, prevented it.
“Fuck you and fuck this raggedy house,” Quinn snarled. “I don’t ever want to step foot in it again. When you’re old and decrepit, I hope your children lock you motherfuckers in a nursing home and throw away the fucking key.”
With that, she stalked out. A moment later, the front door slammed.
“We’re leaving, too,” I muttered, taking my phone out of my clutch to text Quinn.
Noah placed a hand on my shoulder, the weight of it calming. “I’ll call my driver. Does Quinn have a ride home?”
“She came with Dakota,” Logan said. “It doesn’t matter, though, because I’m leaving too.” He yanked his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll text Quinn and tell her to wait for me. We can ride the subway together.”
“Nonsense,” Noah said. “Text your sister and tell her we’ll meet her outside. I’ll drop both of you off.”
Logan looked at me, and I nodded, grateful to Noah for his consideration.
“Both of you are leaving?” Armani asked, frowning.
“We should’ve left a while ago,” Logan said with a sigh.
His words and texting my sister split my attention. Logan didn’t like confrontation.
“The moment Quinn walked in, you and Timothe showed her those death certificates and confirmed the truth,” he continued. “That set the tone for the entire evening.” He looked at Timothe. “You were wrong all around but especially how you told Ryan.” Glared at Dakota. “And you’re a fucking ball-less wonder. Somehow, you fathered a kid with your nuts missing.”
A semblance of shame crossed Dakota’s face. “We’ll talk later.”
“Nothing you say will make any of it right,” Logan responded. “After so long, I was looking forward to our get-together. I’m the dumb ass because I ignored all the drama that ensues when Quinn and Ryan are invited.”
He looked sad and disillusioned. I hurried to him and hugged him. “It’s okay, baby,” I whispered, wishing I could take his pain away.
He kissed my cheek and stepped out of my embrace. “It isn’t, Ry. We had every right to know what really happened. You and Quinn had every right to have the news broken to you gently. Armani asked me to arrive earlier, and she told me the truth. Her and Timothe answered all my questions and comforted me. They treated me with compassion and respect.”
I nodded as a phone alert dinged. “Quinn’s waiting,” I announced after reading the message.
“My driver is a couple of minutes away,” Noah added.
“I’ll go to Quinn now.” Logan paused in the doorway. “It doesn’t matter what you say, Timothe. Nor does it matter that Armani and Dakota allow you to run roughshod over our sisters. Five adults didn’t give a fuck about three kids to care for us. You allowed Ryan, at eighteen, to move out and struggle to take care of a fifteen-year-old and a thirteen-year-old. Not that it differed from what she’d been doing the previous two years, except we could live here.MaybeI can excuse you.” He pointed to Timothe. “We don’t share blood. But Armani and Dakota? Mom and Dad? You,they, failed us. Quinn and I turned out fine, so Ryan did a damn decent job.” He met Timothe’s gaze. “Fuck you very much, dude.” He left.
“I’m so sorry for this behavior,” Armani said.
For a moment, I thought she spoke to me or even Noah, but she focused her attention on Timothe.
“You know, Ryan and Quinn have always been theatrical, and it’s rubbed off on Logan, Timmy, my love. I will talk to them when their emotions settle, so they can apologize. Especially Quinn.”
“That’ll be a cold fucking day in hell,” I snapped.
Armani sniffed and pressed her hand against her belly. “You’re insulting my husband and stressing me out in my condition.”
“Yeah, I’m done.” Dakota scratched his jaw. “Thalia is waiting for me to pick up Eli, sis. I’ll catch up to you later.”
“But—”
Dakota’s kiss on her cheek interrupted her words. Despite everything, the asshole still shook Timothe’s hand.
