Chapter 141
International Air
Private Jet
Lula sat there caressing Will’s head, trying to calm him down, but she was as teary eyed as he was. She wasn’t unfamiliar with those William Lee called his children.
The Four Horseman were virtually harmless, in her opinion, and had Will’s Robinhood complex that balanced out their illegal activities by doing good in a way that only makes sense to those in their unique family unit. Those four had been raised by William and each other on the streets, none were related by blood but they fought to protect each other as if they were.
Will took them under his wing long before he went legit, and raised them as if they were his actual children regardless of them being only a few years younger than he was.
Their loss would be felt for a very, very long time in Will’s life.
“They were just kids,” Will stammered.
Lula nodded, pulling her fingers through his air.
“That b*tch killed them!” he yelled.
“A b*tch did,” Lula agreed, speaking softly, even if she still didn’t know what happened.
This was going to be a problem. There was no way Will would let this go or have patience while Lula dealt with it accordingly. It wasn’t as simple as going after the person that did the deed.
There were politics involved, titles and positions that couldn’t be targeted…
Not to mention, if her father found out she allowed William Lee to take on the Nation and Imperial Family, she would be disowned next.
There was a card she could play with William, but it was one she hated to even contemplate using because the reason wasn’t right.
“William,” Lula whispered.
“No!” Will snapped at her. “I will not sit here and allow their deaths to be ignored because of your family ties to the monster that killed them,” he scathingly sneered.
That, she knew would be his argument.
“You are not sitting at the moment,” Lula pointed out.
Will rolled his eyes.
“Please, have patience,” she whispered, pulling her fingers through his hair. “This isn’t right, it doesn’t feel right. The Devil is terrified of me, of you, of us together even, and would never act so deliberately. That isn’t her style. The one responsible, I cannot say with certainty that she was acting in behalf of her master.”
Will rolled to his back and looked up at her. “How can you be so sure?”
Lula offered a small smile as she wiped away his tears with her thumbs. “I have known that vile creature since I was a child. As manipulative and cunning as she is, never would she be foolish enough to go after the future father of my children so brazenly,” she informed him.
His eyes widened.
“Shut up,” she groaned, realizing her slip much too late. “Don’t do anything stupid, William. Let me make some indirect inquiries and confirm or disprove my suspicions. Then, with my blessing, you may rain fire down upon them and destroy their world before I take their life.”
Will smiled wide. “I love it when you talk dirty,” he said.
Lula chuckled, shaking her head. “And I love how well you front that you are okay. You need to talk, and when you are ready I will be here to listen. But I will also be here to keep you from waging a one man war against my father’s nation.”
He laughed, pulling her down so he could cuddle with her. “Your father terrifies me, but not nearly as much as your mother. But they both pale in comparison to my only love.”
She snuggled into Will and let him use the breast he was nesting against as a pillow. “Compliments will only get you a hard smack upside the head since my brothers are within earshot so I cannot properly play with you. Besides, mourning sex is unhealthy.”
Will sighed, wrapping himself around her. “Yes, I suppose it is. I’ve never had it before though-”
“And you aren’t having it now,” she scolded, smacking the back of his head and he chuckled. “I am sorry, William, for your loss. I know you feel responsible, but you aren’t. And neither is Kita. We will get justice for those lost, and we will make sure the public and all governments know not to mess with William Lee otherwise they will experience the wrath of his wife.”
Will picked his head up and looked at her with wide eyes. “Truly?” he asked.
Lula sighed then fished the chain of her necklace from under her shirt and pulled it over her head.
Dangling from the platinum chain was a 7-carat Canary yellow, Old European cut, diamond engagement ring.
It was the ring Will had gotten Lula in hopes of her one day taking his proposal seriously.
When Lula saw it for the first time, she shook her head and called him an idiot and left.
She came back a week later and refused to talk about it or even mention that she had seen the ring or heard his proposal.
Of course he wouldn’t take it back so Lula wore it around her neck on a chain just in case she caved eventually.
And now she was in order to keep war at bay, if even for a few more days.
When Lula started to slide the ring on her finger, Will grabbed her hand, stopping her.
“Is it because of guilt that you’re giving me this one?” he asked.
Lula gave him a look. “Guilt is an unknown concept to those of my family,” she reminded him. “I’ve carried that ring around my neck since the moment I turned you down. But never did you pressure me to give you another chance-”
Will took the necklace and ring and pulled it over his head, protectively tucking the ring under his shirt. “And you aren’t getting it now. It’s very belittling to our past and hearts to use that card in order to keep me from dishonoring you in your father’s eyes, Lula,” he parentally scolded.
That, she didn’t think he’d pickup on so quickly.
“When you want to take my proposal seriously, just say ‘Ask me again’ and I will,” he promised. “Now, stop being weird and hold me. I have a lot of things to organize in my head and I need a soft pair of boobies to rest it on in order to organize the chaos.”
Lula smiled; she hated how much she loved him and his infantile nature.
"Of course. And I just happened to have a nice soft pair you can use,” she said, and Will roared with laughter over her Lucien impression.
It was eerily good, and the distraction he desperately needed.
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