Page 70 of All Your Lies
I stop mid-stride and put my hands up in surrender.
“What else do I need to know? Everything needs to come out in the open right now, or you lose me forever.”
“After I got out, I started following Marco, my father, and a few other people within the families.”
“So I wasn’t the only lucky one?”
“That fucking mouth. It makes me want to bend you over my knee and spank the living shit out of you.”
She scrunches her nose. “I’d like to see you try. I wasn’t ready last time.”
“I think you weren’t ready on purpose.”
“And I think you’re delusional. Now stop changing the subject.”
“I started following people and making connections, like with Vic’s MC. My father’s ledgers had a lot of inconsistencies, and they were connected to the MC. Most were just conjecture until this morning. To make a long-ass story short, my father paid an assassin or hitman group to take out members of the families. He even attempted to have Rosie kidnapped at one point, but the details are pretty hazy, and I need to find out more. He also put a hit out on your father.”
Her face pales. “What?”
“Marco found out and shut it down, so don’t worry.”
“That’s why you killed him?”
“That, among many other reasons.” I leave it vague. She doesn’t need to know the ugliness associated with my father and his office of horrors my brother and I faced. There are a few reasons I have tattoos covering most of my body. Scars from my father’s sadistic lessons being one of them.
“What happens now?” Alexa says with a frown.
“It’s time to bring our families together, but if you’d like, we can consummate said marriage right now. Let me make up for the last time.”
“You’re unbelievable, you know that.”
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
She sighs. “It’s never as simple as just dinner with you.”
“Just give me a chance.” She silently stares at me. “Please.”
“We aren’t having dinner at your club.”
“Our club.”
“Be serious for once,” she grumbles.
“Fine. We’ll go somewhere else. Happy?”
“No.”
“I’ll pick you up at six.”
“I’ll drive myself.”
“Cut the bullshit. The only reason girls do that is if they don’t trust the guy they’re having dinner with.”
“Exactly.” She smirks.
“Your dramatics are both tiring and unwarranted.”
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