Page 62 of Dreaming

Removing the stopper, he dabbed it behind her ears, in her cleavage, and the inside of her wrists. Each drop he left on her skin he followed with a kiss.

Putting it back on her vanity, he took her in his arms. “You are luxury. Money drives your sister and seeing it displayed on your body will make her crazy. Keep your head up, remember that you’ve done everything in your power to help her, and nothing she says can hurt either of us.”

She nodded nervously and he kissed her. “Let’s put this behind you so I can take you out for dinner and dancing.”

They kissed their parents and daughter goodbye before getting in his Mercedes to drive across town.

Two SUVs of protection flanked them.

The safe house where Nicki lived was lovely and equipped with everything she might need.

Dennis pulled into the driveway and Nia waited as he walked around and helped her from the car. He tucked her hand in his arm to escort her up the walk to the door.

Two security personnel followed behind them. The rest would remain on the street and around the house.

It was the first time Nia was appearing at the location and since she was the initial target, the organization wasn’t taking any chances.

The front door opened as they approached. They could already hear Nicki screaming.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking kidding? You fucking whore, Nia!”

“Actually, this is better. I know this person.” Nia kept her voice low as she was led into the living room. “Nicole.”

Her sister charged but was restrained by a woman who could have snapped her in half. “Stop. Control yourself or I’ll knock you the fuck out.”

“Get off me, dyke bitch!”

The tall blonde sighed. “We’ve been over this, Nicole. Being tall doesn’t make me a dyke. Just like being short doesn’t make you a motherfucking leprechaun.” Shaking her head, she turned to Nia with a smile. “I haven’t seen you in forever. You look incredible, Nia.”

“Thank you, Vi. You, too. Love your hair.” Moving her gaze to her sister, she said, “Nicole…”

“You fucking cunt! You thieving bitch!”

Folding her hands in front of her, she asked, “Thieving? Please explain what you mean.”

“You stole him! You fucking whore!”

Tilting her head, Nia murmured, “Stole him…do you mean, Dennis? If you mean Dennis, I’m confused. You put us together, remember? By the way, thank you for that. Well done, little sister.”

“He never would have picked you! Never! You can’t compete with this, Nia!” She gestured down her body. “You’re fat and ugly compared to me. Fucking crazy, too. Batshit crazy with your fucking numbers!” She started laughing. “Have you had any of your special little fits yet?”

Nia looked up at Dennis. “Six?”

He seemed to think for a moment. “Five, I think…? That one was part of what was already happening.” He shrugged. “I don’t keep track.”

Looking at her sister, Nia replied, “A few, yes. He’s my handler now. Brings me up quick and easy. I’m working on little projects but won’t go back into the field for a while yet.”

“Can’t fuck and work, you whore?”

“Actually, no. Davina is only six weeks old…”

Nicki released a bloodcurdling scream and lunged for her again. Vi stopped her easily with an annoyed look on her face.

It didn’t stop her sister’s mouth. “You fucking fat whore. You named your bastard after my brother? You got him killed, you fucking cunt!”

“A couple of things, Nicole. Our daughter is legitimate. Dennis and I have been married for six months.”

Nicki screamed over and over, fighting against Vi. Nia inhaled carefully and waited for her to stop.

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