Page 89 of Hell Hath No Fury

Matt: It’s fine

Antonio: That’s easy for you to say, your wife isn’t here

Matt: That won’t stop her from ripping me a new one if she ever found out

Antonio: Then why chance it?

Matt: Never hurts to try to keep them out of danger

Antonio: This is a mistake

Matt: Maybe so, but wouldn’t be our first one and likely won’t be our last

Antonio: Fair enough

Antonio: And if I refuse?

Matt: Then we’re leaving right now without you

Matt: And not sharing our info

Antonio: I’ll be ready in 15

Matt: Make it 10

Slowly, I ease out of bed, straightening and waiting a few seconds, eyes on Lilith, before quietly heading toward the door. I manage to slide the lock open silently, cracking the door open and squeezing out into the hallway, pausing with my head in the door as I listen for movement from the bed.

Hearing nothing, I shut the door, walking swiftly toward the gym and the spare clothes I keep there. After a quick shower, I dress, barely making it to the kitchen in the designated ten minutes Matt allowed me.

I’m halfway to the door that leads to the garage when I’m startled by a voice behind me. “Going somewhere?”

Shit. Fuck. Balls.

Slowly, I turn, knowing there’s no way around paying the piper at this point.

Lilith stands there, arms crossed over her chest.

And she’s not alone.

Antoinette and Agatha flank her, stances and expressions matching, and I grimace. “Nowhere?”

Lilith raises a brow and snorts. Then Agatha says, “I don’t know about you, Mama, but I think he’s lyin’.”

Antoinette tilts her head, her eyebrows lifting as she murmurs, “I’m with Agatha. This is here is one rat-ass lyin’ bastard.”

The door clicks behind me, and before I can turn and shoo him away, Matt, who’s looking down at his phone, says, “You ready to go?”

The room falls silent, and after a few long moments, Matt looks up, his eyes widening. “Shit.”

“Well, well, well,” Lilith drawls, closing the distance between us slowly before stopping in front of me. “Did we break up a party or what?”

Matt’s smile lacks all humor as he shrugs. “No, of course not.”

“You are a terrible fucking liar, Mathias,” Antoinette retorts. “Just wait until Jessica hears about this.”

Matt’s humorless smile turns into an outright grimace. “Why do you have to bring her into this?”

“Bring who into what?” Tony asks from the doorway as if it’s pure coincidence that he just happened to come in at this exact moment. Like fuck it is.

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