Page 51 of His Remorseful King
Callum nods, his gaze landing on one of the Irishmen at the table adjacent to us. Nodding once, the man approaches. Rohan McCallan, black hair and blue eyes, towers above us. He crosses his hands in front of him. “Rohan is prepared to split Hell’s kitchen with you.”
Sorrentino’s brows shoot up. “Is that so?”
“They’ll keep the bars and two out of the three strip clubs. You’ll get a strip club and a restaurant.”
“We don’t need businesses or restaurants,” Giovanni says. “We want warehouses.”
Callum glances to Rohan who offers Cal a slight tilt of his head that indicates he isn’t willing to part with a warehouse. He turns back to Sorrentino. “This offer is non-negotiable.”
“Then give us trade privileges in Boston.”
“No,” I say, my fists clenching. I refuse to give them more. They don’t deserve to profit and take things from us when they’ve done something so vile.
Callum pinches the bridge of his nose and drops his head. We’d discussed this and I know he’d been willing to give them a piece of Boston. I just didn’t want it to come to this. And I especially don’t want it now.
“We will discuss a contract with terms and conditions. For now, Camille will be coming home with us.”
Sorrentino nods, holding out his hand. “I want Camille to be able to come and go as she pleases.”
Callum shoots him a dirty look. “She will remain in Boston until she gives birth. It’s not healthy for a pregnant woman to travel. Our doctor will make sure she’s well taken care of.”
“Then we will travel to her. Weekly. To make sure she’s okay.”
“Fine,” Callum says.
We both stand, leaving the restaurant. I exhale a heavy breath when we make it into the fresh air. It’s not over yet, but we’re one step closer to the end game.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Thedoortotheapartment swings open, jerking my head from the television in the living room. Paddy storms in, his face beat red, fists clenched. Then comes Camille, her round belly unmistakable. Bile churns in my throat. Hate fuels me as I stand, rushing for them.
Before I can react or say anything, Callum and Haley walk in next. Haley’s relaxed while Callum seems high-strung, and I really cannot read the room right now. I’m not sure if I want to.
Scratch that. I know that I want to. I live for the drama. Paddy spins on his heels, his face softening when he sees me. My heart breaks for him. I know today was stressful, and all I want to do is hug him.
“Michael, please give us a moment,” Callum says, his tone demanding. He’s in mafia boss mode.
I shouldn’t fuck with him.
But I don’t give a shit. If he doesn’t have his brother’s side in all of this, I’m going to be the one to tell him about himself. I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him. “If this is a family matter, I’ll stay.”
Camille shoots me a dirty look that has me celebrating on the inside. “You’re not his family,” she snaps. “Don’t you think for a second my father believes this marriage sham.” She turns to Callum. “He’s simply playing nice until he gets what he wants.”
“And that’s my husband dead, right?” Paddy asks.
Camille turns to him, her face set in a scowl. “Why the hell would you think that?”
Paddy’s backbone straightens. “Tell my brother what you’ve done, Camille.”
“What do you mean, Patrick?” she feigns innocence, rubbing her belly.
“I mean tell Callum how you slipped drugs in my drink. Tell him how you had your bodyguard drag me to my room, and how he left you alone with me for over fifteen minutes. Tell him how you left, and your bodyguard came back to dress me so that I wouldn’t suspect what happened. Tell him how you’re pregnant with my child because you saw a paycheck in the form of ten tiny fingers.”
Haley’s mouth drops, a hand covering her face. Callum approaches Camille. The fucking tension in this room is intense, and all I can think about is how badly I wanted to have been on that plane ride home.
How agonizing it must have been for him to come back and blurt the thing he didn’t want to share yet. Paddy drags a hand through his hair. “I can’t do this. I can’t keep the secrets anymore.” He steps forward, walking to Camille, too. Glancing at Callum he says, “I wanted her to stay here, but I can’t look at her.”
Callum nods. “She’ll stay with us. Best for the baby anyway so we always have Haley just down the hallway.”
