If You Were Ours

Chapter Thirty Eight - Dane

 Dane ~

Kinsley was able to move around the house a little better after a few days of recovery. Apart from the occasional limp or wince she seemed to be okay physically, but mentally and emotionally, we were all struggling.

Kinsley wasn't sleeping at night and when she did, she'd wake up screaming. Tyson's mental stability wasn't any better. He lost his damn mind that week and went on a rampage hunting down everyone that was involved in the attack at Onyx which turned out to be more involved than we had originally suspected.

Gabe wasn't the only rat in our security team. Kinsley's location was being fed to paid assassins from someone within her personal security detail. Several employees at Onyx were involved as well which meant Tyson's list of kills was growing by the day.

The basement was a constant revolving door of carnage and fury, where every loyal follower of Angelo's answered for their sins at Tyson's hands. 

Not only that, but there had been two other assassination attempts on the families, a drive by shooting and a home invasion. This shit was getting out of control and Tyson clearly thought the only way to regain control was to kill. He thought if he shed enough blood his soul would be at peace and his problems would be solved and failed to see the flaw in his own logic.

All of the families were on lockdown while Tyson and his men investigated everyone on the fucking payroll.

I stood in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of scotch, swirling it around in my hand before I took a sip when I heard the patter of Kinsley's bare feet on the marble floor. She came around the corner with dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, but still had a smile on her face that was meant just for me.

She had started a movie and was apparently on the hunt for snacks, raising up on her tip toes to survey the contents of the pantry.

Making my way over to her, I reached up and grabbed a full package of oreos and displayed them for her.

"Looking for these?" I said with a grin.

"Yep." She said, snatching the package from my hands.

"Tyson home yet?" She asked, looking over at the clock that read 11:00pm.

"Not yet." I said flatly. "I wouldn't wait up for him."

Kinsley's happy expression faded as her worry for Tyson's safety consumed her.

"Come here." I said, extending my arm out so she could tuck herself against my chest.

She did as I asked, wrapping her arms around me as she hugged me as tight as she could.

"Is he going to be okay?" She asked softly against my shirt.

Honestly, I don't know.

I pulled back so I could get a good look at her, tilting her head up toward me as I spoke.

"Of course he is. It's just...temporary insanity. Because he loves you so damn much."

Kinsley smiled slightly at my words.

"Are you going to be okay?" She asked, showing equal concern for my emotional well being.

I hid my own fear and anger, giving her a charming smile that I knew she needed.

"Are you kidding me? I'm about to go watch a movie with my favorite girl. I couldn't be better."

My charming smile didn't work nearly as well as I'd hoped and Kinsley eyed me with a skeptical look, seeing straight through my attempted humor and charm.