Page 147 of Darkest Deception

“Go talk to your prison governor friend and fuck off out of here before I blow up your Bugatti,” I snap.

Remo’s jaw tics twice this time, and a flicker of amusement rises in me.

Actually, that isn’t a bad idea.

He can afford more than one, anyway.

“Or maybe I can ask Aurora about what you were doing while you refused to get me out. What will she say when she finds out that you were just being a petty little bitch?”

This time, Remo’s lip twitches as if he finds something humorous.

“What?” Confusion fills me like a poison.

Remo’s tight shoulders relax, and the fury drains from him.

“What will you tell her?” He takes a step towards me this time, looking down at the ground. “That we killed her father? That I didn’t take out her sister’s lover? That you couldn’t cover your tracks? Or that her husband is a murderer?” A loud laugh booms out of him, and he throws his head back. “Oh, she knows. She knew the minute she saw me drenched in blood from head to toe, not a single speck of clean skin.” He looks back at me, daggers in his glare.

“No, that is old news now,” I counter. “How will you tell her about the little secrets you know about her friend? Don’t have anything to say about Ruel Fargos?”

His eyes spark in anger.

A beat of silence passes between us. The longer he is silent, the bigger my victory.

“I think you should pay us a visit for dinner. I’ll tell Aurora to invite you over for dinner in two days.”

“Will she make the dinner herself? I just love her food.”

Remo sharply turns back, making me burst out laughing.

“Helia.”

“Tell her I want mashed potatoes. I’m really craving them. Prison food isn’t—”

“Get in your car,” he interrupts.

“Maybe even some of her special—”

Remo pulls out his gun and aims it at me, making me shut up.

“All right, mister. I’m going. I want to see how this dinner will end.”

I climb into my car, and before Remo can get in his car, I slam on my gas and smash the back of his Bugatti. Because fuck him. His sharp eyes turn to me, but I salute him with two fingers and a smile and reverse out.

Oh, what fun this dinner will be.

“I know you are here,” I hear Ambrose call out from her bedroom.

She’s watering her plants in a lounge set, hair down and curled in waves.

“About time you showed up, I was going to climb into bed and act dead till you freaked out for taking so long,” she mumbles.

A laugh spills out of me. “I got us an invite to dinner at the Cainn mansion in two days.”

Ambrose straightens, her face now my moon during the darkest nights. “Really?”

I walk closer to her, cupping her cheek and letting my lips trail over my cheeks all the way down to her neck, where I feather her with small kisses. Her hands dive into my hair and hold the back of my neck.

“Yes. Though you may see some fights happen because I love pissing Remo off.”

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