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It’s disgusting. He doesn’t deserve to live.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, glancing at my reflection with disbelief.

“What?”

Turning to look at him, I say, “I think I want to kill him, too.”

He raises his eyebrows, his lips parting slightly from shock. And then something that looks suspiciously like attraction flashes in his eyes. But as soon as it registers, it’s gone.

Looping an arm around my waist, he presses a kiss to my temple. “Let’s dance, princess.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

OLIVER

RHETT AND ELLIOT stay in the room Holloway always keeps reserved for us. He may think he hides it well, but I know Rhett absolutely detests having any kind of fun when Ludo is around. And considering Sammy got brought up, it’s best Elliot stays with him.

But I, personally, am in the mood to celebrate.

We told her. We showed her our deepest, darkest secret, and she didn’t shove us away.

As I drag Wren onto the dance floor, I think back over the past week. She’s been through so much. And she’s handled it beautifully.

I think I want to kill him, too.

When those words spilled out of her mouth, it took everything in me not to fuck her senseless right there. Because it means she gets it. She fucking gets it.

And I couldn’t be more relieved.

When we pass by Ludo’s spot, I give him a nod. He’s still wearing his signature smirk, even more pronounced than usual since one of his top competitors is dead. He tips his head down slightly, his eyes tracking Wren, before he raises an eyebrow at me. With a wink, I turn away, making sure to keep Wren tucked into my side.

Being friendly with your worst enemy is a weird, gut-twisting feeling, but you get used to it eventually. It’ll be worth it.

Wren and I fall into the crowd, and soon we’re lost in the music and lights. She’s been somewhat tense all week, so it’s nice to see her let go.

At some point, we get drinks, and I glance up to find Elliot and Rhett watching us. We’re safe here, but it’s nice to know they have our backs in case there’s trouble.

Not that there will be. This place is exclusive for a reason. Ludo Holloway may love violence, but not when he’s not in control of it.

“You’re about to find out,” Wren shouts over the music, “that I’m very much a lightweight.”

I laugh. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Her eyes soften, and she kisses me for a second longer than appropriate before she goes back to dancing.

She seems fine through her first drink. But as she starts sipping her second, it doesn’t take long for the alcohol to hit her system. Then she turns into a giggling mess. She can’t stop eyeing me, and she gets increasingly handsy. Which I find incredibly cute.

“Impatient, princess?”

She nods enthusiastically, and just as she’s about to take another sip of her drink, I ease it out of her hand.

When she protests, I give her an amused look. “Two options, princess. You keep drinking, and we stay until you’re ready to pass out. We’ll get you home safe and put you to bed.”

She pouts.

“Or you stop drinking before you’re too far gone. I know what you want, Wren. But I’m not going to give it to you if I don’t think you’re sober enough to consent. Neither will Elliot. Or Rhett.”

For a second, she stares at me, and I wonder if she didn’t hear me over the music. But then that look crosses her face. It’s the one I saw her give us earlier, when we told her we were taking her out but didn’t tell her why.

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