Page 55 of Diem

She rears back, her eyes wide. “Wh-what?”

“Baby, you don’t question me, hm?”

“But, Diem, that’s...what do you mean?”

Turning my head away, I refuse to watch this play out. Some part of me is viciously pleased by his cruelty, but I ignore the pulse of pleasure and stare at my fingers instead. Bitch.

“Get up and go,” he says, waving his hand.

She pushes back from the table with a screech, and stomps away. “Oh, and Lacey?”

Flipping around with a bitchy expression that fades under his icy stare, she says, “What?”

“Remember what I said, hm? You want your pathetic life, you’ll toe the line,” he says, his eyes bright in warning.

Slowly she nods without looking at me and I watch her walk away, bemused. Is she another one of their little soldiers?

Does it matter? Nope. Not at all.

Except she probably fucked him at some point. Ugh.

With a sour expression, I turn back to Diem’s waiting gaze. He nods at the chair across from him, but I refuse to sit instead stepping up to the table, and saying, “The cop who questioned me asked about you.”

“What?” Diem growls.

Rolling my eyes, I say, “He asked about you.”

“Sh,” he says.

“Whatever,” I mutter, giving in and plunking down in the seat.

“And what did you say, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning forward.

“Nothing. Just that you’re Ollie’s friend.”

His brows drop and I cut off his coming tirade, hissing, “I didn’t know what to say.”

“How about you don’t know me?” he reminds me coldly.

“Yeah, well, next time remind me not to tell you about the cops on your ass,” I say, glowering when he sits back with a smirk.

For the record, his smile does painful things to my heart and I fucking hate that even now, it’s having an impact.

Looking away, I meet Hailey’s narrow eyed gaze and sigh. Does the drama never fucking end?

“Anyway, they’re asking. And I don’t know, it felt like he was asking me specifically? I wonder if he asked Bone?”

“Shit,” Diem shakes his head and sighs. “Shit will be the death of me. I’ll look into it.”

Since there’s nothing more to say, I stand with a nod and turn to walk away, stopping when Diem says, “Maeve?”

With a sigh, I turn back, and say, “Hm?”

“What’s the deal with your dad?”

With a bitter smile, I say, “Nothing.”

His brows drop over his eyes, but I turn away and I don’t look back.

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