He’s never felt threatened by Hale or jealous of him, as other syndicate leaders have been with their first-born. Rarer still, Damian respects and loves his son. Damian trusts his son more than he trusts his own men, rare for the mafia. Hale and his father are two parts of a well-oiled machine, working together in harmony. The tension between the two is strange, uncomfortable. Whatever went down in here while we were outside, I don’t think it’s resolved. It’s one thing for Hale to be on edge, but both of them? By the glare on his face, it’s clear that Damian’s feathers have been ruffled as well. She remains seated in her chair, neck stiff and back straight, but Hale leans his body against the desk, looking at his father. My self-control is weak as fuck, and I glance down at her, assessing her posture. I have to fight to keep my gaze on the back wall of the room as I’m trained to do, not on her. We file in one by one, resuming our earlier positions behind Grace, and I'm instantly relieved now that I can see her. His expression is calm, but a muscle in his jaw ripples as he clenches his teeth. Hale jerks his head, holding the door open for us. All three of us stand to attention immediately, waiting for our command.

Grace will need us.Īnd we’ll deal with the fallout afterward.īut before we have to decide whether to disobey a direct order from Damian and re-enter the room, the office door opens. If shit goes sideways in there, Hale will need us. I take a step toward the door with my brother and friend flanking me, waiting for the slightest hint of a raised voice. I stand at the same time Lucas does, and Ciro is right behind us. “Shit,” Lucas mutters, glancing at the door.Īll three of us seem to decide at the same moment that we can’t just sit around anymore.

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Ruthless Knights by Eva Ashwood