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I point my head in the direction of Gemma’s table, where that snake Oliver has his hands all over what’s mine. The sight of it makes me clench my fists. Not being able to rip her from his grip feels wrong.

“Her name’s Gemma. And as it turns out, she’s still legally married to that waste of oxygen.” But that’s not stopping me from taking what I want.

Spectre’s eyes gleam with interest. Cross him, and you’ll never be seen or heard again. His raven hair is always slicked back neatly, not a strand out of place. Always dressed in a crisp black suit with no tie. I’ve known Spectre for years now. He’ll do what needs to be done without hesitation or remorse.

Now I need him and Wisp a second time.

“So what’s the plan?” Wisp asks. “Whatever you need, we’ve got your back.”

The corner of my mouth quirks up in a half-smile. I’ve always appreciated Wisp’s enthusiasm. He never questions, just acts.

“Make sure this bastard never bothers her again.”

Wisp grins. “Now that we can certainly arrange.”

Spectre nods, face impassive. “Done. Any other specifics?”

“Do it publicly first. Drag his name through the mud and expose him for the fraud he is. Then I want him gone for good.”

“So, no fun tonight. You got me excited, Eli,” Wisp says.

“It’ll take more time. Do you have anything special in mind?” Spectre asks.

As much as I want to tear Oliver limb from limb right here and now, I need to be patient. It’s key here. Can’t let jealousy take over and screw this up.

“Not yet. But ensure Gemma and her family are not hurt or implied in anything.”

“I’ll gladly take out the trash,” Wisp says.

I watch Gemma make yet another excuse to slip away from Oliver’s wandering hands. That slimy bastard has been all over her all night, right under my nose. He’s trying to get a rise out of me. And damn it all, it’s working.

Spectre runs his fingertip along the edge of his glass. “Something official then?”

“Yes.”

“There are no takebacks.”

I look back at Gemma. The way she responded to my kiss was like she was starving for it—like she was starving for me.

She’s so strong, but the fear in her eyes makes my heart ache. Soon, I’ll take away the cause of that fear. Soon, it will be her and me. No one and nothing else will come between us ever again.

I shouldn’t have come here tonight. Should’ve found another way to get to Oliver. But when I heard he’d be here with Gemma, I couldn’t resist. I had to see for myself what that snake was up to with her.

And now my imagination is running wild with all the ways I’d like to make him suffer. Slowly. Until he’s begging for death.

My hand clenches around my whiskey glass. Wisp glances at me, eyebrow raised. He can tell I’m struggling to keep it together. But he doesn’t say a word, offering me that reckless grin of his.

“He should’ve signed the papers when he had the chance. Now, I’ll sign them for him.”

“Consider it done,” Spectre says.

Chapter 34

The others at our table are already gone, with the excuse that something came up, leaving Oliver and me alone. I’m aware of Elijah stealing glances at me while Oliver glares up at him.

“Let’s go.” Oliver throws a wad of bills onto the table.

I unfold my napkin and place it beside my plate. “So soon? We haven’t even had dessert yet.”

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