Page 34 of Devil's Riches

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Alexis

“Lex. Wake up.”

Peeling one eyelid open, I looked up at Nate. He was looming over me from the edge of the bed.

“What time is it?” I murmured, stretching my arms above my head.

“Just after eleven.”

Panic spiraled inside me, and I sat bolt upright. “I slept for twelve hours?”

“You needed it.”

“Where’s Greg?”

Nate smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I checked on him earlier, and he was still asleep. Still locked up, too.”

I slumped against the bedhead. “Oh. Good.”

“Get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast. I got you more of those croissants you liked yesterday.”

My stomach did a teensy flip. “Thanks.”

I put on my new jeans, sweater, and gray coat before padding downstairs to meet Nate in the kitchen. He had a pot of coffee in his right hand and a tall mug in the other. “Your food is there,” he said, dipping his chin toward a plate on the marble counter. “Do you want coffee?”

My lips twitched. “Sure. Thanks.”

“Why do you look so amused?” he asked, raising a brow.

“I just had no idea you were so domestic. I assumed you’d get Colette or a maid to do this sort of stuff,” I said, gesturing to the coffee.

“I’m rich, not braindead. I know how to make coffee and put food on a plate. Besides, I gave Colette and the rest of the staff a week off with full pay.”

“Why?”

“To get them out of the way while we’re dealing with Greg and my mom. I told them it was a reward for long service.”

I nodded slowly. “Good idea.”

After breakfast, we got the laptop, headed outside, and trudged toward the woods.

Greg was awake by the time we descended into the main room of his bunker. The bridge of his nose was almost black, and blood was caked around his nostrils.

“I’m going to kill you when I get out of here,” he muttered, glowering at us as we stepped closer.

Nate smiled thinly. “You aren’t getting out of here, Greg. But you are going to answer some questions for us.”

“I’m not answering shit.”

“We want to know about the murders. Why you did it, if you acted alone, and where the rest of the bodies are. Then we want to know everything about the Golden Circle.”

Greg spat at Nate’s feet. “Like I said, I’m not telling you anything, so you can fuck right off.”

Nate lowered himself into a crouch right in front of his uncle’s chained legs. “I thought you might say that. But here’s the thing. We know my mother kept you down here, and we know she’s kept you alive all these years.”

“So what?”

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