Wicked Love •Book Two•

Chapter 6

Maybe I should be used to these family bombshells that never seem to stop falling on me. But I wasn't. Not yet anyways. Maybe someday... give me a year or two and I'll be a well seasoned pro. But for now, as my uncle presses the nose of a gun against my throat- I am not okay.

"Put your guns down and slide them over."

My uncle finally says after the long silence.

"If you want him dead, why did you come in here like this? Why're you doing this?" Arrow asks but he doesn't drop the gun. Not that I really blamed him for that.

My uncle laughs and it vibrates down my ribcage.

"You're telling me that if I knocked on the door and told you who I was, you wouldn't shoot me dead before I could even finish saying my last name?"

Grey's expression doesn't change and he doesn't move.

"I would've," He says. "I would've killed you."

"Right," my uncle says. "So slide the gun over and we'll talk like civilized people."

"Do you know him?" Grey asks. And it takes me a moment to realize he's talking to Landon.

Landon clears his throat. "Not closely. I've heard of him and seen his picture once or twice. Alesso certainly hates him. They had a falling out years ago. That's all I know."

"And who are you?" My uncle asks.

"A former soldier of Alla Morte." Landon sounds reluctant.

"Hmm," Vincent hums. "We have much to discuss then."

"Maybe you could do it without this gun in my neck." I growl.

He chuckles. "I'd be happy to, as soon as your boyfriends drop their guns and slide them over."

"Fine," Grey surprises me by saying. "The second I drop it, you're going to let her go."

"I will." Comes my uncles reply.

The three men slowly lower their guns and place them on the white tile of the foyer. Landon slides his across first, then Grey and lastly Arrow, with a grim look on his face. But as the last gun stops a few inches from my feet, my uncles hold releases. I jolt forward.

Arrow meets me halfway, engulfing me into his arms and pulling me back. Grey doesn't look at me, his eyes are fixed on my uncle, but he takes one step closer to Arrow and I. It's enough to make my heart jump. It's such a small thing but I know it's because he cares. Although he may never admit it.

Arrow pushes me behind his right shoulder so I can't see my uncle.

"Shall we speak somewhere more comfortable then this?"

"Yes," Grey replies. "The conference room."

"After you," I hear my uncle say.

Grey turns though and looks down at me on the other side of Arrow's shoulder.

"I need you to go upstairs." He says.

"No, absolutely not. Grey I won't_"

"Ivy," He grates out. His jaw fluttering. "I cannot think of anything besides the image of you with a gun pressed to your chin. I need you to go somewhere else. I need_" He shakes his head and his eyes squeeze shut. "Please."

Please.

Such a simple word but I wasn't sure he'd ever said it.

I find myself nodding, to in shock to disagree any longer.

Grey turns back, his posture stiff. "Ivy will not be joining. It will just be the four of us."

There's a small pause. "Very well."