Page 49 of Every Single Vow
She gestures to the sleek Mercedes that’s parked in theno parking zone. Figures. “Lilith, please wait in the car.”
Once the little she devil is seated in her luxury seat, I change my tone. “Listen. I don’t appreciate your daughter saying nasty things to Arizona. She’s gone through a lot of changes in the last month, and it would be nice for her to be welcomed with kindness. Not judgment.”
Molly practically gasps. “Lilith would never be tacky.”
“Well little Lilith threw you under the bus too.” I lift my fingers for air quotes. “With a sister like me she can’t be trusted.” I drop my hands. “Classy.”
“Well,” she stutters before she yanks on her Coach purse. “It’s true,” she sneers. “People like you just want to latch onto people like us.”
“People like me?” I take a step toward her. “Care to elaborate?"
She glances to her left, clearly uncomfortable by my closeness. “Don’t cause a seen, Dakota.”
“A scene?” I bark out a laugh. “This is a simple conversation, Molly. But know this. If I have to see that look on Arizona’s face one more time because of the garbage you feed your daughter that bleeds over into her behavior at school, a scene will most definitely be caused.”
A manic laugh escapes her. “Are you threatening the mayor’s wife?”
“Threatening?” I laugh. “Of course not. I don’t make threats, I make promises.”
Her eyes widen as she shuffles past me, but at the last second, she puts the final nail in her overpriced coffin.
“Can’t believe there’s two of you in this town now. Guess I need to let my husband know it’s time to clean up the trash.”
You want to play dirty?
Game on.
Chapter thirty-one
Dakota
“You can’t be serious.” Arizona practically bounces in the front seat of my truck.
It’s almost midnight, and we’re both dressed in all black. Down to the socks I picked up at the Smart Mart this afternoon.
“Deadly,” I deadpan as I pull the black beanie over my hair. “You don’t mess with my sister and get away with it.”
Arizona smiles, her hands wiggling their way into a pair of black gloves.
Cooper is in the bunkhouse tonight playing poker with Clyde and the guys, which gave us the perfect opportunity to execute planRed Devils.
“Now explain to me again the purpose of those.” She nods her head to my back seat that currently holds approximately fourteen bags of fruit loops.
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard offruit looping.” I grab my tote sack and start to stuff the bags inside.
“Revenge is served a different way in my generation.” She laughs.
“Well.” I point up the road. “That house on the end of the street belongs to miss Lilith and Molly Whitehouse. The one with the perfect yard and overcompensated shrubbery.”
“Isn’t her dad the mayor?” Ari asks.
“Yes, but that’s not important.” I kill the ignition. “I have accurate inside information that tells me Molly is a bit of a yard nut. Has a special grass planted yearly, mows at least twice a week. You get my drift.”
Arizona peers out the windshield. “So, what’s the purpose of the cereal?”
“Look at it as a colorful dye job. Once these tiny circles are spread through the grass, then the morning dew sets in, its soggy city. The rain chance is just a cherry on top.”
“Uh, I hate soggy cereal.” She wrinkles her nose.
