Page 176 of Volatile Obsessions

? Sarcasm - Get Scared ?

Icould hardly wait to see Roman’s face when his appointed escort threw him in the backseat and he saw me behind the wheel.

We hadn’t seen or spoken to one another since the night he beat me to a pulp, and I was more than ready to seek my retribution. A little banged up still with healing bones, but ready as I’d ever been nonetheless.

Liza promised I could bring him an inch of life as long as she got to finish him off. So I agreed, had a plan all set in my head. Before a single drop of blood was shed, I’d wear down his psyche to the bone.

To nothing.

A shell of the man he once was, he’d be so numb and broken afterward, he’d beg for mercy.

Unfortunately for him, there’d be no mercy to come.

No absolution.

And the glistening cherry on top would be the sight of me toying with his precious Lux, as Liza ended him and sent him straight to the fiery depths of hell once and for all.

Speaking of Lux…

It was time to fill her in and hook her into the plan.

Minutes before Benji emerged from arrivals with Roman in tow, I scrolled through my contacts and selected the little bitch’s name. It rang several times, so many I was sure she’d let me ring through to voicemail, but then suddenly, her voice erupted through the speakers of my rental SUV.

“What the hell do you want now, Vic? Don’t you think you’ve caused enough—”

“If you have any hope of keeping your man alive, you’ll shut up and listen very carefully to the words that are about to come out of my mouth,” I said—calm, cool, collected.

“What do you mean keep my man alive?” Unmistakable panic rang out in her tone.

“I have him. Well, I will. His flight just landed.”

Lux gasped, the horrified sound filling the cabin of the SUV. “What have you done?”

“Everything Liza asked me to do,” I cooed, grinning, my eyes glued to the doors of the airport.

“You’re working with Liza?!” she squeaked.

“Correction—I’ve been working with her for quite some time now.”

“You slimy ass backstabbing motherfucker! So help me God, when I get my hands on you, you’re going to regret every single choice you’ve made.” It was all an outraged growl, and while I knew what Lux was capable of, I wasn’t at all concerned.

In fact, I found her to be quite amusing.

Liza had a million times more crazy on her.

“Somehow, I doubt that. Unlike you, Liza and I are partners.”

“And somehow, I doubt that, and I don’t even know the chick. Where is Rome?” she questioned.

“About to get tossed in my rental.”

“Rental? Where are you?”

“Heathrow,” I explained, checking the time on the dash.

“You’re across the pond?! Are you bloody kidding me right now?!”

Regardless of the fact she couldn’t see me, I shook my head. “Cross my heart.”

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