Page 43 of Reign of Psychos

“Sharing is caring,” Landon added.

I turned on him. “Since when do you need to share Cassian’s wealth? You’re fucking loaded!” I’d visited Landon’s home. His family was extremely wealthy. Not that he’d been flashing the cash around lately.

“Since my father cut me off,” he said in a low voice, all humor gone.

Well, shit. “Why would he do that?” It had been pretty obvious when I met him that his father was a dick, but still, cutting off his only son seemed a tad…dramatic. Was this all because of the sex tape? Lucian had arguably been more inconvenienced by the barrage of bad publicity, so why had Landon’s father gone postal about it?

“Because I refused to seduce some woman for him. He needed her husband to vote the right way at a board meeting.”

“And seducing her would give him leverage,” I deduced. Only Dario looked disgusted. From the way none of the othersreacted, they probably knew about the shit Landon’s father had made him do.

“Yep.” He shrugged and stared out of the window. “I couldn’t do it. Not for all the money in the world.”

I reached out and squeezed his hand. Being ordered to whore himself out was no worse than anything my father had forced me to do. If Dad hadn’t needed to sell my virginity off to the highest bidder, there was no doubt he’d have pimped me out eventually.

“Want me to kill him?” I asked, keeping my voice low enough that the driver didn’t overhear me and then drive us to the nearest police station.

Kyril snorted while Dario rolled his eyes. “You’d do that for me?” Landon asked.

Any sensible guy would have probably flung himself out of the car at this point, but not Landon.

“Of course. He’s a monster and monsters deserve to be put down. I’d consider it my civic duty.”

“Thea, I love you,” Landon blurted.

“Um, I offer to kill your father, and you decide you love me?” That was not the response I expected.

Landon grinned. “How could I not love a woman who’ll risk a life sentence to avenge me?”

“I think maybe you need psychological help,” I suggested after a few long moments. “It’s not normal to love a murderer.”

“Women fall in love with death row killers all the time,” Milo pointed out.

“Insane women. Women with low self-esteem. Women who should know better.”

“Maybe I am nuts. Maybe I should know better.” He slid across the seat and cupped my face. “For better or for worse, I love you to the moon and back, wifey, and one day, I’ll marry you. I can’t afford to give you a priceless ring or shower you with expensivegifts anymore, but I promise to always treat you like the queen you are.”

The sound of Dario retching ruined the moment, but I didn’t care.

“I love you, too, fuckboy.” He showered me with kisses. “Still happy to off your father, by the way. Consider it a token of my love for you.”

The suite was impressive. Even larger than the suite I’d stayed in that fateful night before Christmas. For one thing, it was huge, with four bedrooms, a private heated swimming pool, a garden, and a 24-hour butler, no less.

If only I’d bought my swimming costume.Oh wait. I didn’t have one.

Maybe I could ring down and ask the concierge to instruct a private shopper to pick me one from Harrods? I snorted to myself as I wandered through the different rooms.

There was even a Steinway grand piano, for fuck’s sake. Could any of my guys play the piano?

“We can recreate that scene from Pretty Woman later if you like,” Landon offered when he found me running my fingers over the dust-free surface of the piano.

“Oh yes, the movie that glamorizes sex work. I’ll pass, thanks.”

“Such a spoilsport, but that’s OK. We can fuck in the pool instead.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“Why would you need one?”

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