Page 82 of Villainous Kingpin
“We’re so fucked,” Ivy groaned, pushing her hand through her red hair. “So fucking fucked.”
“Let’s do it for old time’s sake,” Davina said, locking her eyes with me. “But then if we fail, then we look atnormalways to get money. Investors. Liam wants to invest and he doesn’t want any stake in the school.”
Ah, so that was the reason she agreed with Jules. “If we do this, no more stealing,” Davina told her firmly. “And I want your word, Juliette. Promise, blood vow, the whole fucking nine yards.”
It would be comical if it was anyone else.
“Fine, you have my blood vow and all that shit,” Juliette agreed. “I’ll be a better enforcer anyhow.”
“I’m sure,” Ivy grumbled. “But first you have to catch a bad guy and kill him without shitting your pants.”
And just like that, the four of us rolled over Sasha’s Persian rug laughing like four idiots.
* * *
“Taking Sasha’s car was a good call,” Davina beamed, glancing around with wide eyes. “This freaking car is nice.”
I shrugged. Sasha offered if I had to go anywhere to take his white Mercedes G-Benz. Davina drove the girls over in my Jeep, but I thought it was too risky driving around in it. DiLustro would notice it, I was certain.
“The back seats are perfectly leveled and wide,” Davina continued. “I wouldn’t have to bend over to put the baby into a child seat.”
Wait? What?
“What?” Juliette screeched, her eyes wide. “What baby? Your sister’s?”
Davina kept looking around the car, evaluating it and I glanced in the mirror. The moment our eyes met, I knew it wasn’t for her sister’s baby.
“I’m pregnant,” she announced, chewing on her bottom lip. “Surprise!”
God, the look on Ivy’s and Juliette’s face was comical. Maybe I would have had the same reaction if I wasn’t driving. I returned my eyes to the road. I was happy for my best friend and my uncle. I really was.
Then why did I feel this slither of envy spreading through my veins. It was ugly and made me feel like shit. It wasn’t like I’d have a baby anytime soon. Skating was my priority right now.
“You’re quiet, Wyn,” Davina noted.
I shook my head and smiled. “Just thinking how wonderful it will be to have a niece or a nephew,” I told her. “I’m really happy for you. Both of you.”
“Man, I thought you were going to wait to have kids,” Juliette groaned.
She shrugged. “It happened sooner than I anticipated. I’m not sorry about it.”
“Of course not,” Ivy said quickly. “And we’re all happy for you.”
Ivy’s eyes flickered my way, the worry in her hazel gaze unmistakable. I just nodded and returned my attention to the road. We still had another hour to go before we reached Baltimore.
The silence for the next five minutes felt louder than all the screaming Jules could muster. The big elephant in the room, or the car in our case, would eventually be brought up. I didn’t think for a moment, they’d pretend it never happened. Especially not Juliette.
“Who hurt you, Wyn?” Ivy finally asked. It surprised me that she beat Juliette to the punch.
I stared ahead of me and my vision blurred as tears stung, threatening to spill. I blinked, trying to hold them back. But I lost the fight. Tears burned a hot trail down my cheeks and I wiped them angrily with the back of my hand.
Juliette’s hand wrapped around me from behind, the reach awkward because she had to do it over the seat.
“I’m fine,” I said with a strained smile.
“No, you’re not,” Juliette protested softly. “And it’s okay to admit it. The fucking Italian broke your heart.”
I shook my head. I didn't want Juliette getting any ideas.
