Rage (Blue Rose Series Book 1)

Chapter 28

I woke up in Noah's bed with my clothes on and was only in his shirt. When did I undress? Noah and I had fallen asleep watching a moving and waiting for whatever the high court could come up with involving getting the boys off without jail time. Part of me wanted to see them do a little time. And that was the problem with this whole thing. I got off his bed, walked to his mini fridge, and grabbed water. I looked around the room as I drank the best-tasting water I've ever had.

His room here was bigger than his room in Los Angeles. I remember that one being a lot more modern, this one had dark wood panels. You could tell from the few cracks on the floor and walls that this room had been passed down from generation to generation. I waited for Noah to come back, but after almost thirty minutes, he hadn't, and I was hungry. I planned to take these people down, yet the thought of walking around the house without Noah made me nervous. I pulled on a pair of Noah's sweatpants, tied them as tight as possible, put my hair in a bun, and left the room. I walked out into the hall, where I was greeted by paintings of different people. There was a little lamp above each painting and a place at the bottom of the painting stating who they were. These were Noah's ancestors. I walked downstairs and felt foolish every time I entered a room, and no one was there. After six rooms, I became exhausted. Lucky, a housekeeper saw me and pointed me towards the dining room.

I walked in, and Noah and his family sat at the dining room table, eating breakfast, looking freshly showered and dressed for the day. I was going to kill Noah.

"Good Morning," I said to them and took the empty seat next to Noah.

Immediately someone came over and set a plate down in front of me.

"Good morning!" Harvey said with a mouthful of eggs.

I smiled at him as I piled food onto my plate.

"Morning, babe." Noah kissed me on my forehead.

"How'd you sleep, Lena?" Della asked.

"Good. Thank you for letting me sleep over."

"Of course. You're practically family now. "

I almost choked on the toast. Someone escorted Harvey out of the room once his plate was empty. I looked at Wallace and Owen, who never greeted me and were busy on their phones.

"How's the case coming along?" I asked.

"It's coming. Owen talked to our lawyers, who are checking on what happened to the security cameras where Edward was murdered. Edward was coming out of a bar when witnesses say they saw four tall men grab him, beat him up, and stab him."

"Why do they believe it was the boys?"

"Randall's pocket knife was used," Noah answered.

"What motive do they have?"

"You," Wallace said without looking up from his tablet. "They know you're dating Noah, and you were seen several times with Edward. My grandson is known for his temper and obvious attraction to you. It would have been a shut and done case if it wasn't for whoever convinced Reyes to let them out on bail." Wallace gave me a quick knowing look before going back to his tablet.

Damn. They had no alibi and there was a murder weapon connected to them. Henry was good.

A man walked over to collect my plate when I was done with my food. He reached down for my new knife, and I simultaneously reached for my cup of orange juice. The blade cut me a bit, and the man started apologizing profusely..

"It's okay," I said.

I looked at Noah, who glared at him while he used a clean napkin to press on the small wound.