Chapter Thirteen
Trent listened to Aria cry and wished he could get his hands around Lorenzo’s neck. He looked at Dominic and saw so many different emotions: anger, pain, regret, and something that looked like hopefulness.
“Where do you live, son?”
“In my aunt’s house. She passed away a few years ago.”
Trent needed to get to his woman, but he first needed to get this young man settled in the house.
“Can you stay the night? I’m sure she has questions she’d like to ask you when she feels better.” He could see the indecision on the man’s face and waited.
Domonic sighed and nodded.
Trent nodded. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”
Trent walked into the bathroom to see Mateo wrapped around their woman.
“How’s she doing?”
“Not good. She wants to hug him so much, but she’s afraid he’ll push her away.”
“I think we should wait until tomorrow after everyone’s had some rest,” Trent said. “Can you take her up to our room? Go up the back stairs, so no one sees her. I’ll take care of everything down here.”
“Yes, but she’s going to need you, too.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Trent walked to Aria and tipped her head up. “Baby, your son is staying here, so you can see him tomorrow. I’m going to give him a room that will be his. Would you like that?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I’ll be up soon.” He gently kissed her before he walked out of the room. “Come with me, please,” he said to Dominic.
Trent went up to the room at the end of the wing on the right side of the house. Their bedroom was in the left wing. He thought that was far enough away from them, and if he stayed, it would give the young man some privacy. This room had been a guest room, but now it would be Aria’s son’s room. God, just thinking about how she was feeling drove him crazy. He wished he’d have time to go down to the basement and pound on the punching bag, but he had several things to do before he could be with Aria, so he needed to keep going.
“This will be your room forever. You can change anything you want. I can have some clothing brought up tomorrow morning for you. Would that be okay?”
“Yes,” Dominic said as he looked around the room. “Thank you.”
“Is there anything you need right now?”
“A bottle of scotch,” Dominic said.
Trent chuckled. “I’ll have someone bring one up to you. Did you get a chance to eat?”
The young man shook his head. “I didn’t have a chance.”
“I’ll have them bring up snacks, too. Dial zero if you need anything.”
Trent went into the kitchen to order Dominic to be sent up with the bottle of booze as soon as possible. He was surrounded by the girls right away.
“Where’s Mama?” Faith asked.
“It’s a long story, and we can’t talk about it right now. Just know she’s resting in our rooms, and she’s okay.”
“Can we go up to see her?”
Trent shook his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s a good time. I’ll let her tell you what’s going on, but let’s do it tomorrow. I think after the shock, you’ll be pleased.”