Chapter Sixteen
Dominic
It’s not quite dark yet, but it will be in a few minutes or so.
I take a moment and look at Tristan’s house, noting the homely feel it has to it.
He’s changed the exterior. The entire section to my left used to be a massive garage specially for his motorcycles.Now he’s added long French windows and from what I can see it looks like he's turned it into a child’s playroom.
My penthouse apartment in the city is definitely more fitting to the bachelor I am, or rather the bachelor I was.
I grab the bottle of wine I brought and get out of my car.I chose the Bugatti tonight, just for something different.
I make my way up the garden path leading to the porch, unsure what to expect from tonight.
I'm here for that dinner.
As much as I want to see the family, I don't like that my mind is all over the place and I have that damn out of control feeling again.
Today was shit. I waited for Candace to come back to work, but she didn't.After three hours of waiting and imagining her getting up to all manner of shit with Jacques I went to check with Massimo's secretary and was told Candace would be working from home for the rest ofthe day. If I weren't so worked up I would have gone to her apartment, but I decided against it.Nothing good can come out of me when I get like this.
If I want her back, I have to at least calm the fuck down and try to find a better way to reach the woman inside her who still wants me.
It's hard enough getting her to forgive me for leaving, but I can't fucking believe I have Jacques Belmont to contend with.That fucking fortune five hundred trust fund bastard.Business is business. But with Candace... I'm not fucking going to lose her to him.I won't allow it.
That shit isn't even what I should be focused on.What I should be worried about is the fact that it's now Thursday night and our men haven't been able to pick up anything on the streets in regard to Kazimir or any of the Shadow members.My bots also haven't picked up anything more from Karl and Bradford.Anything could be happening, and that's unnerving when you know you're being watched.
Laughter greets me when I get to the top of the stairs.The door is ajar so I push it open and find Massimo and Emelia standing together in the passageway.Massimo is holding their three-month-old baby.It’s a strange sight to see my brother holding such a tiny baby, stranger knowing he’s holding his son.
Both look to me when I step inside and the angst I felt starts to fade.
Emelia being the saint she is flies over to me and gives me a hug.
“Dominic, it’s so good to see you,” she bubbles and her long dark hair bounces with life.
“You too,” I tell her and I truly mean that.“Look at you there’s no way you just had a baby.” She was tiny anyway and she barely looks any different.
Her smile brightens right up.“You’re too kind. I think this dress must be working some kind of magic.”
“It’s not the dress,” Massimo says shaking his head.“Doll, just take the compliment.”
“Fine. Thanks, Dominic,” Emelia says with a laugh.
The baby starts to stir and Massimo smiles.He walks over to me to show me him properly and I smile at the sight of my nephew.Lorenzo looks exactly like Massimo.He has the same bright blue eyes and the similarities in their faces is striking.
“Little man, this is Uncle Dominic,” Massimo says.
Uncle Dominic… that has a good ring to it I definitely like.
“Hello Lorenzo,” I answer beaming down at him as he yawns.
“Looks like someone’s tired,” Emelia giggles.“I’ll go put him to bed.” She takes him and the two make their way upstairs.
Massimo watches them and turns back to me looking like the proud father he is.
“It suits you,” I note.
“What does?”