Page 80 of Corrupt Princess

“I’ll tell you all about it if you want to know,” she says confidently as we blow out of the building, the hot summer sun burning my retinas.

“How many guys will I have to kill if you tell me?”

“Umm… two or three.”

I stop dead on the spot.

“Tell me you’re fucking joking, Rhe.”

Her eyes hold mine firm for a few seconds as a vein in my temple pounds. But then she throws her head back and laughs.

“Fuck, you should see your face, cuz.”

“Fucking hell,” I mutter taking off once again. “Theo needs to lock you in his basement and not let you up until it’s time to marry you off for babies.”

Her light footsteps slap against the tarmac of the car park as she catches up to me.

“I mean… who might I find down there with me?”

“Not the fucking point, Rhea” I grit out.

“I do love a dangerous playmate. They make the games all that much more fun.”

“You’re lucky I’ve got issues of my own right now.” Maybe I should be grateful that my sister got knocked up by Daemon. At least I know him and what he’s capable of. Fuck knows who Rhea is hanging out with and allowing to suck on her neck like a fucking vampire.

“You’re right, you do have issues,” she confirms, as if I fucking need that shit from my fifteen-year-old cousin. “But if this little covert mission goes well, we might just fix one of them.”

“I’m not entirely sure there is any fixing anything where Brianna is concerned,” I confess, unable to explain why opening up to my kid cousin is easier than almost everyone else in my life. She’s the last person I should be laying this shit on.

“Of course there is. She’s fucking gone for you, cuz.”

“She hates me.”

“She thinks she hates you. From what I’ve heard, she loves the things you can offer her way too much to really hate you.”

“Where’ve you heard that from?” I ask as we drop into my new car. She whistles in appreciation but doesn’t say anything.

“Oh, I hear all kinds of things. But lucky for you, I’m a vault.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Any news on when the Italians are going to strike?”

“How the fuck do you know that?” I bark, glancing over at her in shock.

All she does is shrug innocently as she pulls her phone from the inside pocket of her blazer.

“Now, now, Nico. I’m not spilling all my secrets. Smile,” she says before leaning over the console and snapping a photo of us.

“Seriously?” I bark.

“Hell, yeah,” she says happily before leaning closer and snapping a few more. “My followers will love it.”

“Your followers?” I deadpan.

“Pfft. Alex would get it.”

“Then fuck off and blackmail him into helping you skive off school.”

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