Page 78 of His Cursed Heart

My heart does a thing that makes my chest hurts. Something close to pity takes over me when I look at him.

How much did he love her?

He comes in front of me and takes my hands in his. He leans a little and kisses them. To say I'm shocked it's little.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Althea." Be still my fucking heart.

"You cleaned up nice too." And he did. His three piece black suit gives him a superior aura. I try to not smile at lavender napkin from his suit pocket.

"Come on, someone is waiting for you downstairs." I frown. For me?

In front of the house is a red Ferrari that takes all the attention, but the person next to me makes me stop.

In a black suit that shows every curve of her body and a white shoulder less shirt, letting her tattoos seen, Venus looks criminal. But before I can greet her, I almost yell.

"Is Vincent okay?" I walk quickly next to her. I

haven't talk with him for almost two weeks.

"He's okay. You know I'll never let anything happen to him. Now, where's my damn hug?" I let out a small smile and I hug her tight. I missed her way too much. My palms are on her back and my fingers are on her hard scars that are covered in tattoos.

"Thank you." I whisper in her ear.

"You can thank me with another tattoo." I feel her smile. My smile gets bigger just thinking about the tattoo gun in my hand.

Drawing on skin will always be different. The softness of the skin, the blood that combines with the ink are addicting.

"You're doing tattoos?" I hear the genuine confusion in Everette's voice.

Me and Venus separate and we both look at him. I nod my head and he opens the car door.

"Interesting." He says with a smile and leads us to get in the car. "Let's go, ladies. We have a party to ruin."

Everette has his arm wrapped around my middle and I try to make myself comfortable. We watch Venus struggle to exit the car and when she does, she inhales a big amount of air.

"I've never been more uncomfortable in a car in my life." I raise my brow in amusement and she enters the museum. It's true that the Ferrari doesn't have much space, but her dramatic characters intensify the situation.

Everette gives the car keys to one of the guards and

we make our way into the museum. Of course, the Senator will have his charity ball in such luxurious place.

"Don't leave my side." My husband whispers as we enter. My eyes are stuck to the crowd of people that are being photograph and interviewed, some of them talking to their own phones. Through an outsider eye everything seems normal. A fancy event where people are manipulated.

But through my eyes I can easily identity the mafia people, hitmen and the real manipulators.

"I can take care of myself." I examinate the room.

How can my father miss this? Something feels wrong and I need to figure it out what exactly.

I hear Everette sigh as he takes two glasses of champagne.

"Can you obey for once?" I puff.

"If you want an obedient woman, you can have one of these pets." I show him all the women that are looking at him with hungry eyes. His arm around my face makes me turn to face him.

"And why would I do that when my wife is right in front of me, dressed like the Goddess she is." I raise my eyebrows at him. Everything will be easier if he would just hate me.

And he will sooner or later.

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