I swipe the arrow across my phone. “I know.”

“Ruby, I’m going to fucking kill you if you ever pull that shit again.”

“Sorry.” I wince. “I got a text from Gio, Wicked, and you know—”

He breathes out a deep breath, and guilt takes hold of me. I should have probably texted him when I got here. “I know. What happened?”

“Looks like we’re moving in here.”

“Mmm. Figured as much.”

“Blood in—” I stare off in the distance. “Blood out.”

Wicked is silent for a few seconds. “Baby, this is probably a good thing. I know you’re not feeling that right now, but you should take back the power he tried to steal from you.”

“I know,” I answer, looking up at Gio. “They got the house cleaned and soldiers are being transferred here as we speak. I’ve got a lot of work on my shoulders, so I’m going to have to spend the next few days trying to find a nanny since I always had Mama.” I hold my breath. “Are you going to move in too?” Wicked and I have never defined anything with our relationship, mainly because neither of us has had to. We simply existed inside one another whenever the other was around, as if no time had passed.

“Not right now, baby. I’ve just taken the gavel here, I need to stay around and make sure everything is tied down. Then I will be able to, okay?”

My heart sinks, but I understand why. “I get it.”

“Alright, we’ll bring everything over tomorrow. Just crash there for the night and I’ll bring Wolf then. Someone there with you?”

“Gio.”

Wicked chuckles. “Little fuck.”

“Not so little anymore!” Gio calls out loudly. How the fuck he heard is beyond me.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” I hang up the phone and place it down on the mantel.

“What’s up with you two, anyway? That’s a whole lot of damage between two humans. I don’t know how you both made such a cute kid.”

Shaking my head, I reach for the packet of smokes on the coffee table, placing one between my teeth. I stare up at the ceiling, stark white, with wooden pillars. The art Victor chose still hangs on the walls, and anger bubbles beneath my skin. “We’re going to rip this house up a little before tomorrow.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

There’s a secret I’ve kept from her.

And when she finds out, there’s no coming back…

Chapter Thirty