#Chapter 163 – Coping

“Iris,” Christian scolds, frowning at me. “You don’t need that. Besides, you shouldn’t mix it with the drink.” I look at my husband seriously for a moment, wondering what it is that stopped him really, when Frankie snaps the tin shut and slips it into my hand. “For later, then,” he says, speaking to Christian, not to me. “In case she can’t sleep.” Christian sighs but nods once, giving into it. I slip the tin into the pocket of my dress as Nico comes into the room. “Bianca and Giana went upstairs,” he says immediately to Christian, ignoring Frankie and me. “They’re packing. We need to move, Chris, we have a lot to do - we need to find out where your other two brothers are immediately and contact all of your dad’s men to let them know about the power shift - not to mention the moves we need to make against Bianchi’s remaining supporters, and the cleanup…” He clenches his jaw, impatient. “Right,” Christian says, taking another sip of the whiskey and then putting it bac