I woke up with legs and arms wrapped around me. It was hot and I opened my eyes to Vincent and I tangled in each other. We were still naked with only a sheet barely covering us. I smiled and looked up at his face. He was still sleeping, he looked so peaceful. I sat up just enough to look at his whole body. That's when I heard my bedroom door open. Shit, I never locked it. I looked at the door and Spencer just stood there. He looked at me and at Vincent. Then back to me, his face fell and I could see the pain on him. He started to leave, I jumped from the bed. "Wait!" I hollered out. "Spencer please?" I said as I went for the door, but my damn leg gave out on me. I hit the ground hard and let out a yell. I felt arms around me and lift me back up in the air. Vincent held onto me. "Let me go, I've got to go to him," I said. Trying to push my way out of Vincent's arms. Vincent set me down and I left the room. I went to Spencer's door and started to knock on it. "Spencer please open the door," I said.
"I don't want to talk right now Page." I heard him say.
"Please don't shut me out," I said to him. I heard nothing and then the door opened. He stood there just looking at me. I then realized I didn't know what to say. I wasn't ready to explain myself yet. I needed them focused on finding my mother, not at each other's throats. "I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to hurt anyone. I didn't plan on any of this happening." I said. Spencer took a deep breath and stepped aside for me to go in. I walked in and took a seat on his bed. I was still wrapped in nothing but a sheet.
"Don't be upset Page," Spencer said as he took a seat next to me. "It's him you love, right?" He said. I looked up at him.
"I love you too Spencer, you have no idea what you mean to me. How special you are, but I'm in love with him. He is my home." I said. I felt Spencer's hand run down my cheek.
"Don't be upset for being true to how you feel Page. This is more my fault then anything. I never should have left you." He said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I expected a fight, I expected yelling and... and, I don't know. But here he was being mature and accepting. I could see the pain on his face, but he was still being loving. "Page, I promised myself I would accept any choice you made and be a man about it. As long as your happy that is all that matters to me the most. I knew you loved him. I knew there was a chance you would love him more." He said. I laid my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head. "I'll bet Vincent is happy." He said.
"I haven't told him," I said.
"Then you need to go to him and tell him how you feel," Spencer said. I looked at him and he smiled at me. "He is probably worried about what's going on in here." He said. I kissed Spencer's cheek and left the room. I found Vincent sitting on the side of my bed. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I stood there in nothing but my sheet. He looked up at me and I smiled at him.
"Is he angry?" Vincent asked me.
"No," I said. He looked up at me. I walked over and sat next to him. "He is actually being really good about all of this," I said.
"Page, all we did was sleep together. It was hardly the end of the world." Vincent said. I smiled at him.
"No, he is handling the fact that I'm in love with you and want to spend my life with you, really well," I said. Vincent's eyes got big. I smiled at him.
"What did you just say?"
"I said I'm in love with you," I said again.
"You're choosing me?" He said. I smiled and rolled my eyes at him.
"Yes, you big moose," I said as I jumped into his lap.
"Why?" He asked me as if he couldn't understand someone loving him.
"Because Vincent, Yes you have a life that I have a lot to get used to, but I haven't actually been living a life free of drama, or death or fights or crime, myself. I'm sort of used to all of this by now." I said.
"But Spencer was the love of your life."
"Exactly, was the love of my life. You are the love of my life, Vincent. I still love Spencer, but I'm not in love with him. He was there when all the shit first went down with my mother. He showed me what love was. He saved me from her. I will always love him, but my heart belongs to you."
"Does this mean I still have to be nice to him?" Vincent said, of course, he said that. He wouldn't be who he was if he didn't.
"Yes Vincent, you still have to be nice," I said. He smiled at me and wrapped his big arms around me.
"Thank you. Now I can breathe." He said. I wrapped my arms around him and we sat there and held each other.
Things felt a little awkward for me over the next week. I mean I don't know why. Spencer and Vincent were getting along good. A little too good, I might add. I had moved myself into Vincent's room after he had a cow about me being in my own room without him. Sometimes Vincent can be a huge baby when he didn't get his way. Everyone was on the hunt for my mother, but it seemed as though she had disappeared off the face of the earth. There were so many people looking for her. Even Spencers friend Dimitri and his people were looking for her. The man felt horrible and has apologized over and over again. He personally flew out here to Russia to apologize to me and Spencer to our face. I felt bad for him only because I knew just how persuasive my mother could be. I've watched her do this to men over and over again. Most of my life.
Richard came out of hiding because he wasn't scared of some woman. He told us to come back to America and we have been making plans to do so. I don't want to fear her anymore. I wanted to come out of hiding and help. Whether anyone wanted me to or not. I knew this was about me and I was going to find her. If anyone was going to draw her out of hiding it was going to be me. I was done with being scared and I wanted it all over. I wanted to be with my man and live happily. I wanted everyone to be able to move on with their lives without there being a problem because of me.
I woke up early on the day we were headed back to America. It had been three weeks since I made my choice to be with Vincent. Things had been going really good. Spencer had been putting a little space between him and I. Something I did expect to happen. He still checks on me, but its brief. I'm okay with it as long as it's what he needs to do to move on. I want nothing but happiness for him. Our flight was long but good and Richard was waiting with Mr. Diego at the airport for us. The Italians were still here helping. I ran to Richard's arms, Well I hobbled fast. I was getting around so much better now.
Vincent and his father had a long talk about us. Richard knew that I wanted to be with Vincent and he couldn't be happier about it. He had always told me how good I was for his son and how I would make him a better leader one day. I had hoped that would be true. He did, however, feel sorry for Spencer. He wanted to have a long talk with him, but he wouldn't tell me what about? Richard had tried to get Vincent to stay in Russia due to the fact that he was still a wanted fugitive on the run. I had to laugh at that one. Only because I refused to stay in Russia myself. I told everyone that I was determined to find my mother and help. Everyone has tried to talk me out of it, but I feel it's the only way. Vincent was never going to let me go without him.
We got back to the main house and Vincent and I got settled into his room. Well, our bedroom. There was a meeting called for after dinner with Richard and Vincent. We would all be there including Spencer. He had been gone most of the day taking care of things with his own company. When he returned that evening for dinner. He had a woman on his arm. I felt a little sting in my heart, but He had to move on. It was the same woman I saw him with that night at the restaurant. I was standing in the living room with Mickey talking when he came in. He looked at me and walked over to me. "Page, I'd like for you to meet my friend Delilah Jones." He said to me. She reached her hand out to mine and I took it.
"Hello," I said to her. She smiled at me and had a kind face.
"It's nice to meet you, Page, Spencer has told me so much about you."
"It's nice to meet you too," I said. Spencer smiled at me and they went around and he introduces her to most of us. Even Vincent was very nice to her. She seemed like a very good person. Vincent walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Are you okay baby girl?" He asked me. Like if he knew this might be hard on me. It wasn't easy, but at the same time, I was happy if Spencer was happy and she just seemed like a nice woman. I had also hoped if she was that Spencer would be good to her as well. Spencer's friend Delilah stayed with us for dinner but was taken home after that. I mean I knew she wasn't allowed to stay for the meeting, but I thought maybe she would be staying the night with Spencer. Camilla was doing her best thought out the night to get the attention of Vincent. It was very obvious what she was trying to do, but Vincent was doing nothing but Ignoring her. She knew better than to start anything with me or she would be sent home. I thought maybe she would turn her sights on Spencer, but it didn't seem like she was interested in him at all.
"There is a relatively decent sized gang that runs out of Chicago. They call themselves the Golden Eagles. Jacob Lang runs the gang and has for many years. He is around my age, he has a chapter here in New York and we have done some business with them. They have never been a threat to us. We have an understanding. That is until now, We have been given information that Page's mother, Bonnie Walker is now Jacob Lang's Wife." Richard said as he looked at me. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. "She now uses the name, Wendy Lang. This is why no one knew she was around." Richard explained.
"Why is none of this even shocking to me," I said out loud. Vincent squeezed my hand. Spencer was watching me.
"We're going to get her Page," Spencer said. "The only problem we have now is she is heavily protected. Richard has claimed war with this gang and we aren't completely sure how large they are anymore." Spencer explained.
"The good news is that my name has been cleared on the murder of Josh," Richard said. I saw Spencer looked to the ground.
"Proof has been provided that Richard was nowhere near him when he was shot and the gun was cleared as a setup," Spencer said. I took a deep breath and smiled at Richard.
"So now what's the plan?' I asked. That's when Richard, Vincent, and Spencer all looked at each other. I looked around at all of them. "What? what's going on?" I asked them.
"You are the plan." Richard said and both Vincent and Spencer looked upset