Page 85 of SINS & Riley
I ask the only question that matters. “Is she okay?”
He gives a short nod. “She’s…fine.”
His words are too hollow to be convincing.
My voice sharpens. “What happened?”
“I took Riley to the cemetery, same as always.”
No surprise there. The girl’s mildly obsessed with my ghost. A trait I happen to adore.
So sue me.
He drags a hand down his face. “But there were too many cars. More than there should’ve been. I should’ve gone in with her.”
The storm in my head roars to life, spinning in a hundred brutal directions. If someone hurt her. Touched her?—
My focus narrows to a single point.
Kill.
I just need a name.
Jagged words spill out of him, one after the other. “I don't know how many men there were. Enzo was there. Another man, too. Someone he fought with. Riley was caught in the middle.”
“Enzo?”
My brother’s men have been circling the mausoleum more than ever lately. Security sweeps three times a day.
Why? I haven’t a fucking clue.
A definite departure from the norm, considering he couldn’t even bother showing up for the funeral.
Or the wake.
I try not to take it personally, but really? Would it have killed him to send flowers?
I am his brother, after all.
Dominic exhales, the sound rough, scraped raw from someplace deep. “There was…” He swallows, hesitation dragging it out before he finally forces the word free. “Gunfire.”
“Gunfire?” The word detonates in my chest. “With Pom?”
Violent, white-hot heat sears through me, a nuclear reactor primed to blow.
“She’s unharmed,” he rushes out, as if saying it fast makes it softer. “Her ankle—I thought it might’ve been sprained, but it’s fine.”
Caging my fury is like trying to leash a storm.
Still, I drag in a breath sharp enough to cut, and force calm where none exists.
Guilt carves deep lines across Dominic’s face. “I couldn’t find much.” He pulls out his phone, scrolling until he lands on the shot. “I had the men circle back. No body. No blood. Just this.”
One word. That’s all it takes to rip me open in too many directions at once.
Positive
Confirmation that Riley’s pregnant. Yes, I knew it already, but seeing it printed in black and white slams it home. Official. Real. And in a twisted way… fucking incredible.
