Anyone who came after her, would have to come through me.
A slow smile spread across West’s lips at my silence. “So there are some things you keep from the missus, then.”
My hand clasped his, then I yanked him to me, our noses barely touching. “So we’re clear, you don’t fucking touch her, she doesn’t sleep in your bed, she doesn’t sleep in the same fucking room as you, and you don’t take her phone again.”
He laughed. “Or you’ll beat me up again?”
“I’m still married to your sister, du Lac. I would hate to break her heart any more than I already have…especially with what stress does to her and the baby.”
It burned like acid coming out.
West’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you were the good guy in this story, Grayson.”
Your dream wasn’t exclusive to me. You want to be good to Lottie, and I want that for you.
I told Story I would do it my way…I just hoped she could forgive me.
I shoved him off. “I’ll be the villain, I’ll be the bad guy, I’ll be whatever I have to be, to keep Story safe.”
West grinned. “Truce.”
“Truce,” I gritted.
Twenty-Six
STORY
I fell asleep against the door, listening to the muffled voices of Gray and West, so I was disoriented when I woke in a bed. Last night came back to me in hot bursts.
“Are you feeling okay?”
Grayson sat on my bed, and I smiled, thinking I was in a dream. That I was back to before—before everything got ruined. Destroyed.
“Atlas,” I whispered.
“Grayson hogs the bed.”
The dream shattered with West’s voice. West came into focus behind Grayson, leaning in the doorway, in plaid pajamas with Christmas trees. Grayson wore what he had the night before, but no tie, and his dress shirt was rolled up and messy.
I looked around, realizing I was in the guest wing. My prison.
West.
West and Grayson.
I looked between the two of them, still unsure if I was dreaming. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?”
“Yeah, Gray,” West mocked. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m not leaving your side, Snitch. Never again.”
The night before. The truce.
Two of the most powerful men in the world, after me.
“You both slept here?”
Grayson leaned forward, brushing the hair from my eyes, but his glare was on West. “I didn’t sleep, little wife.”