Page 78 of Seeking Vengeance

“We should really discuss the Costas before we become sidetracked again.” I lick the dryness from my lips. “I’m not going to lie. Our common interest in them is another reason why I’m here.”

“I figured as much.” He leans back in his chair, the confident seduction leaving his expression. “But they’re not going anywhere. Why not enjoy getting to know each other first?”

Why not? Because I don’t deserve the pleasure.

Because I need to focus on my mistakes.

His lips curve, the wickedness returning to his eyes. “Let’s make a deal—once you think the chemistry between us is fading, we can divert our focus to scheming.”

“OnceIthink…? What about you?”

He grins, sly and handsome. “It won’t fade for me.”

That has to be a lie.

Before I can question him on it, a muffled beep sounds from his suit jacket.

He drags in a long breath and retrieves his cell. “I need to take this call.” His brows pinch in apology. “I won’t be long.”

I nod and grab for my own device on the table, reluctantly turning it over to read the screen as Matthew walks away.

Five missed calls.

Two texts.

My chest tightens. Every notification will be from my family. More regrettably, my brother.

I open my inbox, the preview of the most recent message hitting my eyes.

Answer your fucking…

I shouldn’t open it. The time away from them has been a wonder drug of positivity. Unfortunately, curiosity gets the better of me.

Answer your fucking phone and help sort this out like a fucking adult. The least you can do is let us know you’re all right. Your sister is worried sick.

My sister… but not him.

Do you think this is a joke, Layla? We still have enemies. You still need to tell me where the fuck you are so I can make sure you’re safe.

He doesn’t care about my safety. His concerns lie with the chess pieces that will topple if anyone successfully targets me. It would make him look bad. Weak.

But he’s right about Keira. I don’t want her to worry.

I dial my sister’s number, my ribs tightening with the dial tone, my breath halting when she answers.

“Layla?” There’s panic in her voice. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just need some space.”

“Where are you? Hunter found your car at the airport.”

Of course he did.

“It doesn’t matter.” I reach for my wine, needing the alcoholic calm. “I’m safe. That’s all you need to know.”

“Lay, please, you’re freaking me out. Why are you acting this way? I know it’s been hard on you since Stella moved away, but it doesn’t mean you’re alone. I’m here for—”

“Don’t say you’re here for me, Keira.” I cut her off. “We both know that’s not true.”

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