hapter 155: More Than Grateful.
Silas stretched on the bed as he slowly blinked awake. He felt a hand on his chest before his eyes opened fully
Tvy, baby, he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he reached for helpuffing her in for a quick s
She kissed him back, but not as deeply as he would have loved. He sat opright, his brow furrowed “What happened? tvy bit her lip and stood up from the bed “It’s Rosie she escaped”
He leapt out of bed, his heart pounding “What?”
Ivy didn’t say anything, but her eyes did the talking
“Where’s Thomas?” he asked, fear surging inside him
“He’s downstairs. He asked me to wake you”
He rushed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, before changing into a blue shirt and grey sweatpants Together with try they went downstairs where his family was talking over each other in the hallway
“Guys,” he called, but nobody heard him.
Thomas was explaining something and when his eyes met Silas, he moved away from them. “Sk, how are you doing? Silas’s stomach dropped at the look in his brother’s eyes. Thomas looked empty, his gaze dull and the realization tightened Silas’s chest
“Good. How are you doing, bro?” he asked gently, trying to hide his own fear
“Good, Thomas said quickly. “Rosie escaped”
Silas’s stomach flipped with dread. “I was just told. How did it happen?”
“I don’t know either, Wade called me,” Thomas said, “I want us to go to the station together.”
Silas didn’t have to think twice. “Let’s go.”
“We’re coming with you,” Theresa said, worry etched on her face.
“No, you’re not,” Thomas said firmly. “I want you all to stay here, please.”
Silas heard the softness in Thomas’s voice–almost pitiful. Everyone else seemed to notice too, and they all went silent.
“You’ll let us know how it goes?” Uncle Mike asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes, I will,” Thomas replied, then he turned to Silas. “Go change. Let’s go. Wade is waiting for us there.”
Silas nodded and returned to Ivy’s room, with Ivy following. When they got inside, she gently touched his hand, and he turned to look at her.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, her green eyes full of concern, her voice tender.
His heart ached, and he placed a hand on her waist pulling her closer. It felt so good to have her love him, and in this dreadful moment, he was more than grateful for it.
“Worried,” he admitted, locking eyes with her.
She didn’t look away the way she used to, and it melted something in him.
“We’ll get through this,” she said, and kissed him.
He took her lips, savoring all the relief she had to offer. She moved in his arms, and his body jerked at the motion.
His heart beat hard with love as her tongue found the inside of his mouth. He welcomed it. He enjoyed it, pulling her even
closer.
When their lips parted, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I love you.”
Emotion surged in him as he kissed her again. “I love you too, baby.”
Her smile widened, but her voice was still filled with concern. “Let’s get you ready.”
She stepped away and grabbed his clothes from the bag near the bed, then shook her head. “You can’t wear this. Let me find something better.”
He moved toward the bed, his heart softening at her care. “Okay.”
Ivy left the room and returned shortly after with a black suit. “Wear this.”
He obeyed and stood up to dress.
She helped with his tie, her brow furrowed in concentration. He rested his hand on her ass, and a jolt went through him.
She was his. And that meant everything.
When she was done, she stepped back and admired him. “Good. You’re good to go.”
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“Alright,” he said, reaching for his phone. He gave her a soft kiss before heading downstairs, conscious but unworried about the bulge in his trousers.
Theresa and Aria were still talking in the hallway, and when they saw him and Ivy, they approached quickly.
“Don’t you see how crazy this is?” Aria said, her voice edged with shock.
“You have to do everything to find her, Si,” Theresa said. “Rosie is a psychopath, we can’t have her roaming freely around. We’re not safe.”
He understood their fear and didn’t doubt Theresa’s words, especially when he kne Rosie had stabbed Cole.
Fear gnawed at his chest as his thoughts drift to Cole. He looked at Ivy and her green eyes thought him she was thinking of Cole too.
He placed a hand on her waist, pulling her closer as he addressed Theresa and Aria. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of it,” he said assuredly.
His phone buzzed with a message and he reached for it just as Ivy left to meet the other women.
I’m so sorry Mr Stone, please take me back.‘
Anger flared inside him when he realized it was Rachel. He couldn’t believe she was still trying to get back her job.
Before he could respond, Thomas joined him.
“Ready?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Outside, Bud, Stud and Victor were waiting.
“I want seven more guards with us,” he told Bud, who nodded and left immediately.
He knew the media were still hungry for more information about Thomas, and he would do anything to protect his brother.
Moments later, two of his black Panthers were filled with bodyguards. He and Thomas got innto the Bentley. Victor drove, while Bud got into the passenger seat.
With one Panther behind them and the other in front, they began the journey.
Thomas sat silently, lost in thought, and Silas didn’t bother disturbing him. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how Thomas felt.
Rosie, of all people, had been behind everything, causing them pain, working with Mason. It was still surreal.
“You good?” he asked, watching as Thomas’s brow folded.
“Uhmm? Yeah,” Thomas replied absentmindedly without moving his head.
Silas’s heart arched with pain but he swallowed it. His brother wasn’t the same anymore, and he didn’t know how to handle the change.
“We’re here, sir,” Bud announced.
Silas looked out the window and his breath hitched. He was right, there were a ton of reporters around the station.
“Shit,” Thomas muttered, his voice shaking with panic.
Silas reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. “You’ve got this. You’re not alone.”
He watched as Thomas swallowed before nodding.
“Ready?” Silas asked.
“Yeah.”
They stepped out together, flanked by the guards. But that wasn’t enough to stop the reporters and their raging questions.
“What do you have to say about the case?”
“Is it true your wife was responsible?”
“How does Ivy Stone feel about everything?”
“Are you getting back with Rosie?”
Bud and others tried to create space, but it was no use as the reporters found their way to Thomas.
They shoved their microphones into his mouth, their camera flashes almost blinding him.
“Back the fuck off!” one of the guards shouted, nudging the crowd with hiş elbow.
The crowd refused to clear the path until officers in uniform joined them. Noises followed, questions were still thrown and flashed continued to erupt from everywhere, but eventually they managed to push through the chaos and enter the station.
Silas sighed with relief, happy they had finally survived that. He didn’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if only Stud
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and Bud had come.
Thomas turned sharply, his voice tinged with annoyance. “Where’s the incompetent detective in charge?”
“Thomas?” Wade stepped out of a room nearby, his eyes full with concern. “How are you?”
Thomas ignored the question. “Where’s the fucking Detective?”
“You need to calm down now,” Wade addressed Thomas before turning to Silas. “Hey, Silas.”
“Hi, Silas said, but his stomach squeezed at Wade’s expression. Something was wrong. He felt it. “What happened?”
Thomas stared at Wade, his voice suddenly more controlled. “There’s something else, isn’t there?”
Wade ran a hand through his hair, his lips shaking slightly. “Something else…. just happened.”
Thomas stepped closer. “Spill it.”
Wade took a step back, dropping his eyes. “Your house, Thomas… it was… set on fire twenty minutes ago.”
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