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"No," Rain shakes her head. "You can't. Xander is out for blood. His own blood. And you can't stop him. You won't be able to do it on your own."
"I have my cartel," I mutter.
"Oh, you mean two dogs and Saul?" Heath laughs. "You need our help, Uncle. And we will help you, for the sake of our daughter. But we have our own conditions."
"Let me guess. You want your kid back," I roll my eyes.
"Of course. But more importantly, we need you to keep your wife here, with us. With her family."
"No," I say with pleasure.
"No?" Heath roars. "No? Fuck you, Xavier. Accept our help and our demands, or I'll kill you right here and right now."
"You can't kill me," I say calmly. "And neither can he. I'm the one who will get the last laugh. And I'll never give up my wife."
"What are you going to do?" Rain asks, placing a hand on her husband's chest. "If you give him to Xander, Tallulah will be heartbroken. He'll be dead before we can blink, Heath. Don't you get that?"
"If I'm dead, then so is he. And then, who will protect Tallulah?" I demand.
"Her father," Heath says. "Me."
He calmly pulls out a gun and places it on the desk between us. Rain tenses.
"Are you going to use that on me, Heath?" I ask softly.
"If it means protecting my daughter, then yes."
"But not yet," I guess.
"You're right. Not yet. But the time will come. I've been waiting to end you for years."
"And I've been waiting for a chance to kill you."
"Why haven't you? What's stopping you from killing all of us?" Rain asks.
"Because the moment I do, my wife's heart will break," I admit.
"So you admit she loves us," Rain says victoriously.
I smirk. "Not as much as she loves me."
"In a fucked up, twisted way," Heath reminds me.
"It's not my fault you didn't want to see her potential."
"Potential?" Heath repeats. "She was a child. You turned her into a monster. A sex-addicted toy."
"That was not my doing. You made her into an assassin," I remind him.
"And you made her love a monster."
"If you really want her back, and for her to survive this, then I'm her best chance."
"Maybe," Heath concedes.
"Definitely," I nod.
"Fine," Heath hisses.
