Page 70 of Dark Prince

“I told you I’d gut you, motherfucker.” Ren grips the guy by his throat, shoving him backward while he rams a blade into the guy’s abdomen. After a heartbeat, Ren jerks the knife upward violently. Releasing him when he can’t go farther up his torso, Ren’s knees hit the ground in front of the guy.

“Ren!” Sienna and I scream at the same time. I rush to him, catching him as his back falls against my chest. Sienna skids to my side, grabbing his shoulder. I can see blood gushing from where the blade is missing from his right shoulder.

Pulling her top over her head, Sienna wraps the material under his arm pit and over his shoulder, tying and tightening it around the wound.

“Ummm,” Ren grunts.

“Let’s get him to his feet,” I say to Si as I start to pull up on my husband. “We need to get him to a hospital.”

“No Hospital,” Ren declares. “Call Dad’s doc. He can sew me up as good as they can.”

“Fuck that!” I say back to him.

“Why did you even pull the knife out, Ren?” Si huffs, her breath fanning us both. “I was going to take him out too. I just needed a clear shot.”

“You were going to protect my wife? The woman you hate?” He blinks at her like it’s the last thing he’d expect from his sister.

“First of all, fuck you! Second, I’m kicking your ass for that after these babies are born. And third, I’d never let anything happen to my niece or nephew, you stupid fuck. Be glad I don’t have a blade. I’d stab the other shoulder.”

There’s a beat of silence, Ren’s labored breath the only audible noise as Si and I lift him to his feet. “Babies?”

“You have to stay silent about that too. Both of you,” she reiterated. “Dad doesn’t know, and I’d like to keep it that way until after the wedding.”

“Which is why no hospital. We don’t need that shit with the wedding next weekend.”

“If there even is a wedding. Maybe we should postpone it,” Si adds.

“No,” Ren barks. “I can walk. Let’s get out of here. I’ll call Dad’s doctor myself if I have to.”

“I’ll only agree on one condition, brother. Neither of you tells Matteo I shot and killed a guy.” Sienna’s eyes find mine. “I mean it. Let’s just call a truce for the next eight to nine months and live in peace.”

We start to walk, but neither of us let Ren go. His left arm is draped over my shoulder and Sienna has her hand propped against his right side.

“Can’t you two call a lifetime truce? For me?” Ren’s voice is a plea. I roll my eyes at the insincerity coating his tone like thick syrup.

“Using your injury is beneath you, Lorenzo,” I bite out before I pinch his side.

“Fuck.” He jerks away from me and then groans.

“You deserved that,” Sienna states, agreeing with me.

We’re halfway to the single door of the empty hanger when it bursts open, smacking the metal behind it. Dom storms in, murder in his eyes. Krishna follows, then enters Matteo.

“Do I have both of your words?” Sienna whispers.

“Of course,” Ren and I say at the same time, even though I know in my soul it’s wrong to keep that from him. She wasn’t wrong in what she did. It was to save two lives, even if her main reason was the baby growing inside me. I doubt even that sentence was true. Sienna and I will always fight and argue, but we both love Ren. At the end of the day, she would do whatever she had to, to ensure his happiness, just like I plan to do for the rest of my life.

And if there is one thing I have learned recently, it’s that secrets don’t stay in the dark where you shove them. Eventually, they find the light at the worst possible time.

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