Chapter 35 Cristian
Dr. Ranlen and I are in the study. I’m holding one of Doc’s romance books, pretending I understand a word written on the page, while she’s…
doing whatever it is she does. She has files that are probably work related, and a tablet she’s using to watch Allesandro.
We tried to get him to join us, but the stress of waiting seems to be too much for my friend, as he hasn’t moved much all day.
I hate this. The limbo of when the end will come.
Doc and Luca left this morning to speak with the Council; I have no idea which end of the spectrum either of them were leaning towards.
I assume Luca at least asked for Allesandro to be spared.
He cares about his former best friend, I know that much.
As for me? I know I was never his favorite person, and I don’t blame him for that.
Not when I had a hand in ruining everything he and Allesandro built.
Doc…I don’t know if he’d try to plead a case for me or not.
He holds grudges as fiercely as Roman does.
Aside from Ten, Doc is the only one who knew me before Roman.
He saw me build myself and the Family out from the shadows of my uncle’s influence.
He might not know everything Ten and I went through, but he knows enough.
But that doesn’t mean he’ll let that influence him.
Especially not after I threatened his Daddy and the trips in a fit of frustration.
I turn another page in my book, just for something to do, as I wait for my executioner to get here.
We were told an hour ago that the Council had made their decision, and representatives would be by to deliver it.
It’s easy to assume that means they thought death was the only recourse. And I don’t even blame them.
I hope Dr. Ranlen, or someone, delivers the letters I wrote to Roman and Carter upon my death. I already gave them to her with those instructions. If I’m allowed a last wish, that’s it.
Joel rushes into the room, breaking me out of my musings. He leans down to speak quietly in Sarah’s ear and she gasps, jumping up.
“What? What’s happening?” I ask.
“Go back to your room,” Joel orders. “The guards will be watching over you closely, so don’t even dare to try anything.” Intense brown eyes glare at me, and I’m happy that Tennant will have him once I’m gone. My former best friend will need someone strong by his side.
“What the fuck is happening?” I may no longer be Boss, but that is a hard switch to turn off.
Dr. Ranlen looks at me with steel gray eyes. “There’s been an incident… Tennant and Keegan are injured. I don’t have time for your questions.”
Fuck. Not Tennant…
“And,” Joel says without any infliction, “Roman and Emilio were taken. Now, go back to your room. Dr. Ranlen needs to consult with Doc, and my men don’t need extra work because you can’t fucking listen.”
They stride from the room and my knees buckle under me.
Not Roman… Not my son… Not again.
I know I don’t deserve him, but fuck, please, don’t take him from Carter…