“Knowing I was with them.”
He nods solemnly, his voice bittering with every word. “I kept my distance and kept watch over you. I had no intention of anything happening. But when you came out in that clearing calling their names, wearing that necklace, I got angry all over again. Mostly because I’d kept you safe and away from us for all those years and you went headfirst into a trap that was never supposed to be set. Sean thought he was doing the right thing by bringing you in. Dominic was so hardcore, he didn’t give a shit if you got hurt, at first.”
“They warned me. They tried, but I didn’t care,” I admit freely.
“I knew you weren’t built for this back then,” he whispers heatedly. “Even though you told me you knew what you were getting into, you didn’t. I saw the reality set in on you the night Dominic died in your arms. I don’t know,” he exhales. “Maybe I didn’t give you enough credit then,” he says, “but that was a lesson I never wanted you to learn, and now, you…” his voice breaks with more resentment. “You were never supposed to be a soldier in a war I declared.”
“They made me one. And how could I not step up with you as an opponent? You are just as guilty.”
We share a sad smile.
“Please tell me what happened that night.”
His expression dims as his eyes again dip.
“That afternoon, I received a tip that Andre and Matteo had accepted a bid and were coming for Roman,” his eyes lift to mine, “that tip came from your father.”
I gape at him.
“He knew about you?”
He slowly nods. “Shortly after he called me, we met in his office in Charlotte. I knew Matteo and Andre well. Andre was one of my first recruits. And when they made a hit, they made it personal. I knew they would strike Roman at home either here or in Charlotte. As soon as I found out, I had to make a fast decision to play my hand and plan an extermination. There was already a divide in Florida, a loyalty struggle, and it came to a head and presented itself at the perfect time. So, Roman and I struck a deal. In exchange for your dad’s pull with the local police and media, I told him I would eradicate the threat to him and his daughter and clean up the mess if he kept it quiet.”
“He knew about you the whole time?”
“I’m not sure when he caught on, but I underestimated him. But he didn’t get to where he was by being oblivious. It took me a while to figure out he’d been onto us for some time. It occurred to me after the first few weeks of staying here that he’d all but pulled back completely on security. Why would a man worth so much leave his only heir so vulnerable? After years of keeping eagle eyes on you, which he did, suddenly he was leaving you in his mansion, alone? It didn’t make sense.”
“He knew about my involvement with you?”
Tobias nods. “Not only that, he was aware of our plans for him. But you were the middle ground, and he’d already made plans to hand the keys over to you.”
“Why would he agree to any of this, trust you, knowing who you were and your intentions?”
His eyes bore into mine. “Because that day, I told him I was in love with his daughter.”
I barely have a second to absorb it when he speaks again.
“When he discovered our weakness was his only daughter, he allowed us in, and knew that it would stall my plans if not rid me of them entirely.”
“He used me as bait to save his company?”
“He didn’t have to.” The implication of that hits hard. “It happened naturally. Sean leapt the minute he discovered you. All Roman had to do was sit back and watch. It was a little of a gamble on Roman’s part, but he knew how valuable you were and that you were protected by us. It was a stroke of genius, really.”
Snow covers me, and I brush it off, ignoring the chill seeping into my bones. Tobias stands and shrugs off his jacket.
“I’m fine,” I say in irritation, but he wraps it around me anyway. He resumes his seat.
“But you’re wrong if you think his company was the only thing he was set on saving.”
“Don’t bother,” I say, burrowing into his jacket.
“He was fucking terrified that day, Cecelia. Terrified enough to call me in. He didn’t have enough security to protect both places. He was asking for help.”
I look up where he hovers and see pity.
“I don’t give a damn about Roman.” I ignore the concern in his eyes. “Just tell me what happened.”