Page 398 of Vicious Saint
“Keys?”
“Not just any keys, Jimi. Keys to the kingdom.”
A.K.A. the five million dollar penthouse I bought in one of Cray’s dad’s buildings.
“Our own place?” Her face brightens. “Did you just give me keys to our own fucking place?!”
“Eh. You can stop by occasionally.”
She shoves me. “Stop messing around.”
“Fine, fine. Every other weekend.”
Hendrix groans, amused but also anxious, so I put her out of her misery and pull her closer by the waist.
“Our own fucking place, baby. Three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a balcony overseeing the skyline. Ten minutes from Bromwell and twenty from your studio.”
“Does this mean we’ll have actual privacy?”
“Well, as much as we can with your uncle breathing down my damn neck.”
Cringing, Hendrix asks, “Yikes…what’d he do now?”
“Besides buying out the entire university we’ll be attending?”
Remember that list of people in our lives who love pissing me off? Yeah. This motherfucker Dante has been at the top of it for months.
Ever since the night we joined forces to save Hendrix, the two of them have been developing quite the irritating relationship.
Phone calls, dinners, looking through family photo albums at his mansion uptown. His goons trailing us out in the open everywhere we go.
Apparently, Dante thinks now that he no longer lives in the shadows of his niece's life, he can take control of it.
Which isn’t so much a thought than it is an actual fact.
Because neither desperate-to-be-in-Hendrix’s-good-graces June or my father have the balls big enough to challenge him.
And as for Hendrix, well, she’s made her mind up about wanting a relationship with the guy the second they walked out of that basement together four months ago.
It’s for this reason, and this reason only, that I’ve been biting my tongue through all of it, even when Dante showed up to one of my father’s Sunday dinner’s announcing his newest gift to his niece.
A whole ass university he can take control over too.
“He moved two of his guys into the floor below us.”
“Well, at least your dad can chill out…”
“Seriously? He had cameras put up before I even had the papers signed.”
“Are they in the house?”
“I drew the line inside the elevator.”
Hendrix breathes out a long sigh. “Then I don’t care.”
“You don’t care? It’s private. What if I want to fuck you in it?”
With her arms snaking around my waist, Hendrix all but purrs, “Then you’ll just have to fuck me everywhere else.”
