Page 72 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

“I haven’t looked into that yet, but I could,” he adds with a sneer. “As your future husband, Ishould. I should know what my wife-to-be is up to and if she’s fucking around behind my back. Is that what you’re doing? Going off to some guy's house to fuck?”

“No,” I lie and pray he doesn’t press. How the hell did he find out? Someone must have told him. Then again, it’s not like Cordelia, and I thought we’d have to ask the staff to keep quiet about something like that. Now we’ll have to. I can’t allow my plan to fail. I’m nearly two weeks in.

“I doubt you would tell me the truth. What I know is I don’t think you’d want me to look into that or ask your father to. So here’s what we’re going to do,Evangeline. You aren’t going to make any trouble for me.” His vivid green eyes flash with the same menace embedded in his face.

“I agree to lunch, so we’ll do lunch once a week until we tie the knot, then I’ll punish you for this shit.” He chuckles. “You think you’re so clever, but you aren’t. The thing about it is this. I don’t care who you fuck because you’re mine, whether you want to be or not. I have always wanted you, and when you’re my wife, I’ll deal with you in whatever ways I want. What I care about is you jeopardizing my plans to get the business. You aren’t going to do it. Do you hear me?”

He squeezes my hand so tight my skin burns, and I press my lips together to keep from screaming out.

“I hear you,” I choke.

“Good. It looks like we have a mutual understanding then.”

He releases my hand and grabs a sandwich. Nibbling on it, he stands and bends down to plant a kiss on my forehead.

“Lunch next Wednesday same time, same place,” he promises with a wink.

He walks off, and the realization that I could be screwed hits me.

Cordelia comes out and sees the state I’m in.

“What happened?”

“Peter knows there’s a car that comes to pick me up from here.”

Cordelia’s eyes turn to saucers. “Jesus Christ, one of the guards, must have told him. Ugh, damn it.”

“What if he knows where I go?”

“Did he say that?”

I shake my head. “He could have me followed, and I wouldn’t even know. Cordelia, Georgiou sometimes drops me off.” I thought I was safe, and no one would know. The guards here know who Georgiou is.

“Calm down. I don’t think Peter knows everything. I’ll speak to the guards. Don’t worry. Just keep going as we are.”

She sounds so calm.

I believe her, but I’m the one who has to freak out because this is about me. I can’t allow Peter to ruin my plans either and trap me in his scheme.

Every time I feel like I’m making progress, I get knocked back several places behind.

19

Georgiou

Evie will be here in a few minutes.

I’m going to need to be inside her after the busy day I’ve had.

Today I ran the last of my checks on Peter. I didn’t find anything, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to find.

It just means I have to take my search to the streets, which is exactly what I plan to do this week. Christian hasn’t found much either because Peter has been in Colorado on a business trip. He got back yesterday.

All the lack of information means is that there’s something we haven’t found yet. But we will.

Right now, I have other shit to deal with that’s more family-related.

I open the door to my father’s office, and he lifts his salt and pepper head to acknowledge me.

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