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I shrug like I’ve no idea what he’s talking about, and Fynn gives me a look that I can’t quite place, ignoring Dante altogether.
Mia is the sister of Rayne Michaelson, who is now with Angelo. Mia was recently kidnapped and held hostage with Katiya Petrov, niece of Aleksi Petrov, head of the Bratva. The Medicis rescued them both, then Dante and Mia only went and fell for each other.
“What went down tonight?” I ask Fynn when Dante leaves. It’s a fruitless kind of question, because he will never tell me anything about the family business.
Not that I’d really want to know.
He looks at me pointedly, and I see again there’s something in his eyes.
“Fynn?”
“Look, I can’t talk here…” he says quietly, his tact changing all of a sudden. “But I’ll drive you home, and we can talk then.”
My eyes grow wide, surprised he’s even offering that. “Fine by me.”
There’s nothing I won’t do for them, in all honesty.
Despite me and Fynn having a strange, and somewhat frustrating, relationship these days, I still understand how loyalty works. So, if they need my help, and it’s not going to get me into too much trouble, I will oblige them.
We leave soon after.
My head hurts after the long day I’ve had.
I briefly see Angelo and Marco on the way out, and they thank me profusely for coming. Despite this, there’s tension in the whole building, radiating off them all. I know something happened behind that closed door, something they don’t want me to see.
Rocco is standing over in the far corner, his arms folded across his chest. He gives me a nod as I look over at him. He’s one scary dude, always has been, even if I have known him forever and a day.
Fynn leads me out by my elbow, hollering behind him that he’s driving me home.
We head out to his car, to his damned Porsche, no less.
“Thank you for helping Dante out,” he says as he opens the door for me, and I slide into the luxury seat.
“No problem,” I reply, waiting for him to say more.
He’s acting weird again.
I watch him walk around to the driver’s side and slide in, starting the engine with an unnecessary rev or three.
“You are very cliché.” I tell him referring to the Porsche.
He glances at me. “You know me, Sage.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Well, Fynn, it’s been a long time… maybe I don’t.” I sigh, resting my head back on the car seat while he takes off like a bat out of hell.
My eyes slide closed for a moment. It’s only now I’m realizing how exhausted I am from today's shift.
“Some things never change,” he says, which makes my eyes spring open. “However, I’ve noticed you’ve been pretty hostile to me the last few times I’ve seen you. What’s going on?”
I close my eyes again. “I thought that’s how we always are?”
“Not always,” he tells me. “I think you’re working too hard, that must be what it is.”
I laugh quietly. “Oh right, I’m sure it has nothing to do with you bringing all that stuff up in front of Dante. What wasthatall about?”
“Just messin’ with you, that’s all.”
“Well, mess on someone else's time.”
