“Thanks for keeping him under control,” I thanked Beau. “I know it must’ve been a burden for you to get all the way back here—but I appreciate it.”
After I brought Christian back home, I called my brother to keep an eye on him to make sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid. I would’ve done so myself, but I had others plans and did not want Christian to get involved.
“Yes, of course—anything to help,” Beau spoke and looked at Christian through the glass window. Christian was smoking a cigarette, and because I knew how stressed he was, I decided to let him go his way this time. I didn’t want to see him even more irritated, so if this was what it took to calm him down—so be it.
“I still can’t believe Luca was behind all of this, but it all makes sense.” Beau sighed. “I feel sorry for Christian. It seems like nothing’s working out for him.”
