Enrage (Eagle Elite #8) by Rachel Van Dyken

Author:Rachel Van Dyken [Van Dyken, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rachel Van Dyken
Published: 2017-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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SERGIO AND PHOENIX didn’t join us for dinner, they bypassed all the wine and food — very unusual for any Italian, and went in search of Dante.

And for the second night in a row, Chase didn’t move from his spot, nor did his eyes leave Mil’s, it seemed like she was trying after the previous night, not that it mattered, things were breaking — broken.

I was too afraid to ask him if he was okay in front of her. It felt like something was breaking, shifting, and home suddenly wasn’t as safe as it once was.

Not with the way Frank watched Mil.

Or the way Chase watched Frank.

Nixon didn’t catch on, but he had a six-month-old in his arms.

Trace however kept looking back at everyone.

Mil finally stood and eyed Chase. “Want to go watch a movie?”

“Code word for sex?” Chase tried teasing.

A small smile hit her lips. “Probably.”

They were faking it.

Everyone knew it but them.

He followed her out.

I sagged in relief.

Until Nixon spoke. “I’ll deal with it.”

Eyes wide I waited for Frank to say something. Instead, he just leaned back in his chair and grabbed the newspaper. “Enjoy your daughter while she’s young. He sighed. “Dante’s already on it.”

Nixon froze. “The hell he is—”

“Let him.” Trace touched Nixon’s face. “Please, just… let someone else draw blood for once, okay?”

His body was rigid, his mannerisms jerky as he touched his forehead to Trace’s and nodded. “All right.”

I stood and started clearing plates when Nixon’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm, pulling me back down into my seat.

I dropped the plates and waited for whatever he was going to say. It was always hard looking directly at him, he was ruthless, dangerous, he was just like Dante only I knew the blood he had on his hands. Nixon Abandonato was a nightmare in the flesh.

“How are things with Chris?” He asked casually digging into his food.

I sagged in relief. “Um, good, they’re good.”

“You think you’ll feel safe with him?”

I hesitated.

I don’t know why.

“Safe.” I repeated the ugly word. “Is just a fantasy parents tell their children, a bed time story to help them sleep better at night. Is any one of us, ever safe?”

“No.” Nixon smiled at me, stunning me into silence with his beauty. “I wondered how long it would take for you to figure that out.”

“What?”

“Just think about it.” He nodded. “You can go now, but leave the dishes for Chase, it’s his turn.”

I couldn’t get out of the dining room fast enough.

My normal routine was homework and TV in my room.

Shutting myself away from the world.

Away from Dante.

And now, now that I’d left the bathroom door open, now that I’d been in his world a part of it.

It felt wrong to lock myself in my room like a prison.

Maybe that was what I’d been doing all along.

They’d brought me to a home.

And I’d turned it into a jail cell because I was afraid.

I was still afraid.

But not of the same things I used to be afraid of.

I used to be afraid of the way men looked at me.

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