Chapter Twenty One

Nala.

It didn’t matter. The pack didn’t matter. None of this mattered. I was done being a pushover. A good bit of the pack filled the restaurant tonight and by morning, everyone would know how Salvatore was treating me and his plans. I imagined he would be happy to see the back of me come morning.

Paul carefully slid me into the back of the limo and joined me, issuing orders to the driver in a spattering of Greek and then we were on our way. I closed my eyes, the throbbing pain from my son now settling into a low pulsing ache. I closed my eyes as we navigated the streets, unwilling to watch the scenery speed by. I knew enough to understand that Pual had called Perrin and that we were headed to Salvatore’s villa while he handled the problem I had created.

I had created? No. It was him. Him and that bitch Nova.

It seemed like i just closed my eyes and then i was opening them again as the limo pulled to a stop. Once again i was carried and Paul did not stop moving until we had reache