Page 96 of Pitiful Lies

For however long he wants me, I’m his.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ANGEL

“Ican’t believe that little brat,” Nico says, shaking his head.

I am telling him and Luc both what went down in Boston. Relaying the little power flex, Margaret O’Doyle tried to pull.

“Have you found anything on this John Chen character?” I ask Luc.

My guys managed to snap a few pictures of him at the party. It’s not much, but it’s enough to run facial recognition software or to match it against any records that might pop up.

“Nothing,” he says.

“And you said he went to school with Margaret, but I’ve combed through all the registered attendees of her schools from preschool through college, including dropouts and transfers, and there is no John Chen anywhere.”

“So, who is this guy? A fucking?—”

I lock eyes with Nico right before we say it at the same time.

“Ghost.”

“Goddamn it, Angel! You had him right fucking there,” Nico snaps.

“I had no way of knowing who he was, boss,” I reply through gritted teeth.

“Fuck. I know!” Nico yells and slams his hands on top of the desk.

I pace back and forth. I’m so fucking mad. And not just because I had Ghost right fucking in front of me, but because he saw Giselle.

My Koukla.

And the motherfucker made remarks about her.

Luc is already on the phone, calling Margaret. But the newest head of the O’Doyle clan isn’t answering. Giovanna does instead. And what she says isn’t comforting.

Not one fucking bit.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE-GISELLE

“Girl, I know you aren’t moping around after spending the weekend with Angel in Boston,” Anna says as she changes Baby Nico’s diaper.

“It wasn’t a weekend. It was one night. Oh, and I’m sorry I’ll have your dress replaced. It sort of got torn,” I mutter, and my cheeks burn pink.

“Torn? How? Ohhh. Never mind,” Maria says.

I cover my face with my hands.

“Get it, Sisi! Now, don’t worry about the dress. Oh, here, hold Jr. while I throw this out,” Anna says, and hands the baby to me while she gathers his dirty diaper up and wraps it in some smell-blocking biodegradable trash bag before tossing it into the bin.

“Wait. I want to know more about this whole Boston trip. Including the dress ripping part!”

Maria is mixing some non-alcoholic cocktails at the small bar in her magical fucking library that Luc basically gave to her before they got married.

I swear, she is one lucky bitch.

Ever since Luc sort of claimed her at the bar, she’s been his. Like Anna and Nico. But things didn’t work out the same for me.

So yeah, I am moping.

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