Page 34 of Volatile Obsessions

Not that I cared. She had no respect for herself, so why should I or anyone else?

“Moxie,” I answered, as I ambled down the dim corridor en route to the back terrace.

“Must you call me that every time, Victor?” she growled, her Brit accent thicker than I remembered.

A plethora of music and laughter blared behind her as though she were in a club.

“It’s a term of endearment and you know it.”

“Mhmm,” she hummed skeptically.

“It is,” I chuckled.

“I’m sure. In any case, I have to make this short. Just checking in to see how things are going…”

Of course.

I should’ve known. She couldn’t’ve just waited until I called her, right? Always so impatient.

“They’re...going,” I said, stepping out into the muggy night through the large sliding glass door.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means they’re just getting started.”

The little bitch sighed deeply, the sound equally aggravated as it was displeased. “And why is that?” she questioned.

“Because it just is. These things take time.”

“I’ve wasted enough time,” she gritted out, just as I dropped into one of the loungers near the infinity pool.

I could imagine her pretty face as she said that. Could see it so clearly it’s like she was sitting right in front of me.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’re going to have to wait a little longer. Relax, love, I got this, and you’ll get what you want at the end of it all,” I assured her, relaxing in my seat.

“Get it done, Vic, soon, or I’m coming for you, too,” she threatened, and while I knew she was entirely serious, I wasn’t the least bit concerned.

Everything was going according to plan thus far, and unless Rome somehow managed to fuck it up, I didn’t foresee there being issues in the future.

Lux would go down, and Rome would follow.

My lips quirked at the visual that all presented. “That won’t be necessary. You have my word.”

“I’m counting on it,” she concluded, mumbling something I couldn’t make out to whoever she was with. “Listen, I’ve gotta go, the pub’s closing up. Expect a call from me in a few weeks time.”

Wonderful, I thought to myself. Another follow up from her evil ass.

“Noted,” I conceded.

“Good night, Victor.”

“Good night, Liza.”

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