Page 16 of Detest (DeLancy Crime Family)

Chapter Ten

Rémy

After shooting the text to Cora, I immediately call and make reservations at Fournier’s. It’s not only the best restaurant in New Orleans, but our family’s silent partners as well. We’re able to get a last-minute table no matter how busy they are. It’s one of the many perks we have.

Once I have our reservation confirmed, I text Cora the address and tell her I’m looking forward to seeing her. I’d prefer to pick her up from her apartment, but I have to deal with some business beforehand.

Désirée and I spent the afternoon together, and it didn’t go the greatest. I hate seeing her upset. I want her to understand we’re only thinking of what’s best for her. I mean, we’ve got enemies who’d love nothing more than to get their grimy hands on one of my sisters. Désirée and Olivia are most vulnerable when it comes to needing protection. If we were to try and put a man on Sabine, she’d shoot us in a heartbeat.

Pulling out my phone, I follow my sister into the bookstore and message Félix.

To: Félix

You busy?

Félix doesn’t waste time messaging me back.

From: Félix

Enjoying my wife, why?

That isn’t something I need to visualize.

To: Félix

Don’t need the visual. Anyway, think you can pull yourself out of your wife long enough for me to bring Désirée by?

Lifting my gaze from my phone, I spot Désirée scanning through a romance book. Out of all my sisters, she and Olivia are the ones who love to read. She prefers her nose between the pages rather than her eyes glued to the TV.

From: Félix

What’s going on?

To: Félix

Just need you to hear her out and tell her you’ll think about it . . . at least for now. When she gets home for good, we can explain things better.

From: Félix

Don’t tell me this about the prick she’s been dating. The one who doesn’t even have the balls to come meet her family.

To: Félix

Yep

From: Félix

Bring her by the house. Just give me time to finish up with Mads. I’ll talk to her, set things right.

To: Félix

Appreciate it.

As I finish the conversation, I decide to look through the books myself. I like to read when I can, much like other members of my family. Only, I don’t read smut like my sisters do.

“Rémy.” The squeal of my name causes me to freeze, and my hand tightens around the book I plucked off the shelf.

Oh, hell no.

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