Page 36 of Their Deviant Love
Aurora smiles at me. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. No one is a match for us,” she agrees and then she’s climbing into my lap. Her legs wrap around my back and her arms around my neck. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”
“Princess, you are not a mess to me. You are perfect.” My lips brush along the side of her temple. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she says.
“You wanna get out of the closet?”
“Not yet. Can we stay here a little longer?” Aurora asks.
“As long as you want,” I tell her.
Patty went out and got pizza for everyone, as well as a few bottles of whiskey. I haven’t touched a drop, though. Instead, I’m watching everyone else relax, mostly Aurora. We sat in the closet for about half an hour before she was ready to leave it. I don’t think she knows how to deal with her fears, especially since she’s lived her whole life without being afraid of anything.
It's not something I can help her with either, other than reassure her that I’ll always be here for her. I can’t get into her head and erase the memories that are haunting her. The memories my own fucking father gave her.
“What the feck? Turn it up.” Aisling points at the television screen.
“A human heart was found hanging from a crucifix in St Patrick’s Cathedral. Authorities are still investigating the incident,” the news reporter says.
Aisling looks right at me. “What the feck, Connor? The church? Really?” She then makes the sign of the cross over her body.
“Not the worst thing I’ve done in a church.” I smirk and wink at Aurora.
“Mate, that is my fucking cousin,” Levi grunts.
“Thirdcousin. That right there…” I point to Aisling. “First cousin.”
“That’s what you did today?” Aurora asks. “I could have helped, you know.”
“I have no doubt.” I know she’d be down for anything, but cutting the heart out of one of my father’s underlings wasn’t the only thing I did today. I also went in search of the fucking vial the Albanians want. It’s here in this city somewhere and I’m going to find it. Sooner rather than later.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I don’t pull it out. Instead, I lean in, kiss Aurora’s temple, and tell her I’m going to the bathroom before standing and leaving the room.
Then I walk into the office, pull out my phone, and look at the message from one of the soldiers I promoted before I took Aurora to the Maldives.
Finley:
Accounts trace to a lab. Prism. It’s located within the Trinity College campus.
Me:
Thanks. Set it up for tomorrow morning.
I don’t need to tell him what I want set up. He knows. I’m going to go into that fucking lab my father was paying for and I’m not leaving without the vial of whatever fucked-up thing they’ve made to wipe out my wife’s bloodline. And then I need to figure out what the fuck I do from there.
Obviously I’m not selling the shit to the Albanians. I also don’t need them to know I’ve destroyed it either. I want them running scared from New York. And when they get wind of the fact that I know what the virus was developed for, they will.
The other problem I have is the twenty-five million dollar deal my father made with them. That money was being counted on for other investments within the organization.
Could I make it up easily from my own accounts? Sure, but I’m not going to do that. It’d be just as easy to set up a deal with another party for the same amount. I just need to figure out what the fuck I’m selling them first.
The door opens and Aurora walks in. “I thought you were going to the bathroom,” she says.
“I was, then I got a call.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my chest.
“From who?”
“Finley, one of the guys I had looking over all the accounts. Nothing important.” It’s not a total lie. I fucking hate not being able to tell her this. “I have something I need you to do for me tomorrow. If you’re up to it.”
