Page 22 of Tangled Lies
“No and yes. The fucker, Harrington, crossed Barone senior when he took down Margaux Harrington’s family. I’d been against the fucking marriage and was more than happy to see her die. Except she didn’t, and the uncle took what was meant to be good old dad’s.”
I took a strip of bacon from a plate and chewed for a second, trying to buy myself time to swallow past this tightness in my chest.
“Margaux Harrigonton’s father was a lawyer and had a lot of sway over the good old senator’s choices. He was a smart fucker though. He tied something valuable to Margaux’s trust fund that can only be accessed when she’s married.”
Knox met my gaze as I looked up.
“I didn’t say I’d marry her. But I sure as shit will do anything to ruin Senator Grayson Harrington’s life. She is one of his pawns, except now, she’s ours.”
Everyone looked toward the hall.
“What is she doing in that shower? Jett, you had clothes delivered, right? She’s got to get back soon or our whole element of surprise for the senator is going to be blown,” Talon said.
Jett brought the plates over.
“Yes. I looked up what the fuck Audrey Hepburn would wear in that breakfast movie and requested that kind of shit from the department store. The shopper didn’t seem to have any issues. I dunno. The bags are in the bathroom.”
He grabbed bacon and started to walk out.
“Where the hell are you going, Jett?” I asked.
He looked over his shoulder.
“You seemed concerned. I was going to make sure she didn’t need any help.”
The fucker winked at me.
He didn’t have to go, and I didn’t have to chase him down, because before we could finish the conversation, she came in holding her shoes in one hand and the phone we’d given her in the other.
“This isn’t actually half bad,” she said and twirled.
It wasn’t that Virgin Mary shit her uncle put her in. No, it hugged her curves and yet somehow managed to look sexy while still covering that body of hers.
“What?” she asked.
I realized we were all staring at her.
“It.” Knox cleared his throat. “Jett did good, angel,” he said.
Chapter 7 Margaux
I couldn’t get in the elevator.
I backed away until I hit a hard body. I couldn’t go back. The second I stepped in, it would take me straight to the penthouse, and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to go back. Except I wasn’t getting a choice.
“Maybe you just keep me kidnapped?”
I looked up and up, until I could see the man behind me looking down.
For most of the morning I’d been watching my feet as I walked in the new heels. I wanted to avoid them, afraid I’d start begging, and I didn’t want to beg.
I pushed against the body, Knox, knowing he would need to grab me before I could push him down. His hands rested on my shoulders, and I liked the way it felt. In fact, I smiled against the frustration for my uncle.
In fact, I’d smiled more in the last few hours than I’d done in years. Even these clothes, they weren’t anything my uncle would approve of. I actually liked them. The dress? Again, I didn’t hate this one. Uncle might be pissed, or maybe he would just assume he’d somehow missed something the personal shopper had sent over, and he wouldn’t ever admit to a mistake.
It fit some of the same criteria, knee length. But it was more fitted. The neckline was high with a peekaboo shoulder.
It had been hard to discard the shirt I’d slept in. It smelled like Jett and the couch smelled like Ronan. I’d struggled to control the dreams that had owned my subconscious. I told myself the only reason they all made a cameos in my dreams was that my mind confused them for rescuers.
