Chapter 159
William Lee’s Townhome
Bologna, Italy
“I do not agree with this course of action, Sister,” Kita warned, pacing the length of the gallery and back again.
Lula nodded her agreement. “Neither do I, but they make a good point. The Devil longs for attention, yours, so in order to throw her off whatever game she is playing now, we give her your attention in a way she never expected.”
Kita gagged, getting a chuckle from his sister. “I rather retire and spend the rest of my life in silence as monk in the temples of the highest mountain than give Oni what she wants.”
The amuse chuckle that followed his childlike complaint pulled their attention.
Murai stood back with a smile, listening to his bickering children; he was dressed in a tuxedo with a mandarin collar, waiting for his wife to finish getting ready. “I would not recommend becoming a monk, Son. You would be bored in a few hours’ time. Besides, you have a beautiful young woman that you would miss dearly. You look lovely, both of you… Is that?” he asked.
Kita looked down at his dark blue and black tux then smoothed his hands down his shirt, tie, and vest. “Yes, Seon Rain ordered them for me as a gift that she would not allow me to decline.”
Murai gave him a look. “Does she know the significance of Japanese indigo dyed fabric?”
Lucien chuckled, stealing their attention; he was sitting on the upper marble ledge of the entryway, twenty-feet off the ground, looking at the hand painted ceiling done by a renaissance artisan hundreds of years ago.
“Of course she does. Seon Rain read it in a book once,” Lucien said. “Traditional Japanese indigo dyed fabric was meant to protect Samurai because of its antibacterial and healing properties. It is very rare and expensive. And it was the means of payment Seon Rain wanted for her modeling contract with Modest.”
Murai took Kita by the face, forcing him to look down at him to meet his eyes. “Son, I say this in the most sincere way possible; you need to pull your head out of your ass. The young woman has removed the stick from it and healed the damage the Princess did to you emotionally and to your heart with her relentless pursuit of bedding you.”
Lucien and Lula laughed at their father’s wording, and Kita rolled his eyes.
“Do not push her away, Son. Pull her into you and into your heart. Stop hiding your heart from her,” Murai warned.
Kita shook his head. “It is not like that between us.”
“You are so stubborn, just like your mother. Do you know how your mother and I met?” Murai asked with a smile.
The three shook their heads; they knew it was in the field but that was the extent of it. They had bets going between them in regards to how their parents met.
The pot was over ten grand, American, by now.
“Your mother was sent to kill me, or course,” Murai said. “Bad intel was passed through channels by a rival political party that wanted the soon to be Emperor discredited. Your mother was assigned the contract and she very much disappointed her superiors for once. She located me easily enough, seduced me with very little effort… That mini-skirt and deep cut top, and heels that made her legs look a mile long,” he said with a goofy smile. “Every man and woman in that restaurant would have went back to her hotel room if only she asked them.”
“Ew,” Lula and Lucien said in unison.
“Sorry,” Murai said with a chuckle. “We fell into bed, obviously. That adventure lasted five days with only each other and a room service cart, and it ended when she pulled a gun on me.”
Lula’s eyes widened before she groaned. “I hate it when Luci is right,” she grumbled.
Lucien dropped from the archway before skipping over to them then kissed her on the cheek before wagging his brows. “I told you both Mother was hired to kill him, not bed him.”
“You did,” she conceded. “Why didn’t she kill you?”
Murai shrugged with a sheepish smile. “I wish I could say it was my charm that caused her to holster her weapon, but it wasn’t,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t know what it was, but I have been grateful that she did ever since. Your mother is my world, my heart and my soul, and without her I cannot imagine what my life would have been. She gave me three amazing children, a warm home, adventure and excitement, and more love than I knew I deserved. Instead of pulling the trigger, she married me.”
Kita gave him a look. “Mother failed in the mission?”
Lucien snorted. “That would be what you got out of the story,” he said.
“It is prudent,” Lula and Kita said in unison before glaring at each other.
“See what I have to deal with, Father?” Lucien whined.
“The only failure she’s ever had in her career,” Murai confirmed, shaking his head; his children truly amused him. “The intel was bogus, it would have started an international incident if she had closed the contract, thus in her opinion it was a calculated risk that proved worth it.”
“You two are so questionable,” Lula said.
“And you aren’t, Daughter?” Murai retorted, caressing her head. “You have the adore and love of a man that would wage war with Hell to protect you from it. A man that has waited patiently for you to take his proposal seriously, and that would give you anything you ask for, including patience for the atonement he needs for his lost children. This beautiful home is yours, in your name, like dozens of others and yet you don’t take his intentions seriously. Why? What does William need to do to prove his love to you? If you hadn’t noticed, falling into bed with those on the job is the family business.”
Lucien roared with laughter.
Lula glared at him then stormed out of the gallery.
“Lula is going to kill someone tonight if you are not careful, Father,” Kita warned.
“Most likely,” Murai agreed. “I will keep an eye on her. You, stop being scared of loving someone and letting them in. Smile and enjoy yourself tonight. Act as if you are her date, not her bodyguard, and present her as if she is important to you and not just your charge. Because you are more to her than just her bodyguard,” he said, straightening Kita’s tie for him. “The fact she wants to protect you with dyed Japanese indigo is proof of that. Be more for her, Kita. Be more for the both of you.”
Kita bowed. “I will see what I can do, Father,” he humbly said.
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