Page 146 of Darkest Deception

Helia is my impossible wish coming true.

Despite him being an obsessive monster within the Elite circle, I won’t walk away from him.

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Pressing on the gas pedal, the speed of my car pushes me against the seat as I race after Remo’s midnight Bugatti Chiron on the open streets of London.

A dark smile touches my lips. I grip the steering wheel harder, switching lanes from to the left, avoiding a car as he does the same from two cars in front of me. By the end of the day, he will have a shattered Bugatti due to his stupid decision of keeping me locked up for longer than we had decided.

A laugh spills out of me when I notice him narrowly missing a white BMW trying to switch lanes from left to middle.

My heart pounds. I watch the speedometer rise the longer I follow him, and as when as we reach an empty roundabout, he swerves in front of me, smoke rising from his back tyres. I swing my steering wheel to the right, too, pulling up the handbrake as I follow closer than ever when he takes the third exit.

“You are so fucking done today.”

He wanted to drive himself, knowing I was coming the second I left that fucking jail. I was coming to find him as soon as I dropped Ambrose off at her house, telling her I would be back soon.

My visit to Remo is long overdue.

Taking a deep breath, I press the gas pedal harder and reach the back of his Bugatti. He switches lanes to the left, and I follow, then moves to the middle. I chase right behind.

As soon as an empty plot of land comes into view, Remo takes the turn and starts to swerve, turning at a one-eighty angle, making me slam my brakes.

Fucker.

The dust rises from his drift, and as it fizzes out, we both are left facing each other, a crazy smile on my face and a deep frown on his.

Exiting his car with one polished shoe in front of the other, Remo rips off his jacket and throws his tie to the floor. Opening my door, he pulls me out, but I land a punch to his face before he has the chance to.

And a second.

And a third. Remo pulls me up, punches me twice and jumps high, slamming his shoe into my chest. I stagger back.

“You fucking psycho!” Remo grits out, panting, watching me run my hand over my lower lip, blood painting my skin.

“Psycho? You shouldn’t have left me locked in there. Big mistake. Big fucking mistake.”

Remo runs a hand through his hair, mirroring the colour of his Bugatti.

“We decided I would be in there for two days, max. And what did you do?” I stalk towards him, grabbing at his shirt.

“Fuck off.” He steps back, keeping his frozen eyes locked on me.

“You knew the blame would fall on you. You knew this would come out the minute Ambrose uncovered it. No matter who sent it to the media, it was bound to happen.” He points his finger in my face.

I admit, we planned this part long ago, but why the fuck had he kept me in there for long?

“Is this your petty revenge for when I told Aurora about you?”

He doesn’t move a single muscle, but the small tic of his jaw reveals it all for me.

I didn’t think he would be so childish about his revenge and take it when I needed to be there for Ambrose.

“You know when to strike, don’t you?” I laugh, shaking my head. I need to constantly watch my back with him.

You can never, and I mean never, predict Remo.

Even within our carefully laid plans, he switches at the last minute without telling me, and I have to readjust because he doesn’t know how to keep to the script.

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