Page 32 of Ruthless King

I give Andrew a nod. “Have a good night.”

“You as well, Aurora.” He says the words, but it’s obvious he doesn’t mean them. My heart almost plummets to my feet as Andrew turns to his briefcase and picks it up. He eyes the briefcase for a second.

Oh no. Did I do something wrong? Did I put it back incorrectly.

But then Andrew turns back to Nico and shakes his hand before leaving the house. He doesn’t bother sparing me a glance.

“Andrew doesn’t like me,” I say to Nico.

“He doesn’t trust easily.”

“Neither do you, yet you’re kind to me.”

Nico smiles at me as he runs the back of his hand down my cheek. “That’s because you’re my wife now. I want to be kind to you. Now, I have more work to attend to.” He drops his hand, and I instantly feel colder. “I’ll be at if for a while. I might not see you until tomorrow morning.”

“That’s fine.” It really is. Nico’s absence gives me a chance to calm down after what I just did.

After what I just found out.

Nico was involved in my father’s murder. I doubt Andrew did it without Nico’s approval.

Miraculously, neither knows who I am. If Andrew did recognize me, I probably would have been killed that first day I stepped through the door.

So, no. They don’t know Giovanni Costa is my father. But I don’t think it’ll take Andrew long to find out that information. I’m dying to ask him and Nico why they did it.

Why they killed my father.

But I won’t get those answers because if I ask them, I’ll be dead before I can kill Nico.

The only problem is—I don’t want to kill him. I don’t want him to be involved. I just want to feel safe, and it’s obvious I’m in the most dangerous setting I’ve ever been in my entire life.

There’s no more safety in my life, if there ever was to begin with.

I need a weapon to kill Nico. There’s no way I can do it with my bare hands, but getting a weapon won’t be easy.

Over breakfast the next morning, I can’t stop eyeing the knife by my plate. I could stab Nico in the neck with it when he’s sleeping. It would be easy to do.

If I had the courage to do it.

I glance at Nico across the table from me, looking handsome in his suit. He has this ability to simultaneously look like an angel and a demon.

Nico is not a good man, I remind myself. He was involved in my father’s death. The papers and photo in Andrew’s briefcase proved that.

So, I shouldn’t care if he lives or dies. I should be happy to kill him.

But, of course, I’m not because nothing can ever go that simply.

I take a peek at Enzo, and unsurprisingly, his gaze is glued onto me, meaning I can’t grab the knife from the table without rousing his suspicion. I need him to look away, just for a moment.

“So, Nico,” I say, “what’s on the agenda for today?”

Nico looks up from his phone. “More work.” Enzo happens to look at Nico as he speaks, which is great.

But there’s another problem—now, Nico is looking right at me.

I put my hands on the table in a causal way, then slowly place my fingers on the end of the knife.

“How have you been doing?” Nico asks.

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