Page 90 of Merciless Sinner

“The only thing we might have is whatever comes of interrogating Evan tomorrow,” Dante points out.

"I want to be the one who questions him." I straighten.

Cillian shakes his head. "I think it should be me, don't you? He was my father's PA after all. That man worked with my father for years. If he double-crossed him, I want to deal with him."

"I get that, but it was Evan who took me for a fool every time he provided information that threw me off trail.”

“We'll all be seeing him," Dante cuts in. "You can both ask your questions. I've arranged for him to be collected the moment he steps off the plane. We can take him straight to the Creed headquarters and deal with him there. Then I'd like for him to be imprisoned in the Bratva compound until the matter is resolved. Of course, that depends on what he tells us or not. The only other alternative is waiting to see what happens with Olivia.”

“She's going to be working with the doctors twice a week," I explain. "But I don't want to push her too hard. As badly as I want her to remember everything, I don't want to mess up the progress we've made. That’s why I’ve kept certain things from her."

"I agree," Cillian says. "She needs to remember in her own time. I'd say she’s our last option if all else fails."

It's good to hear him agree with me, but I almost feel biased. As badly as I want her to remember, there are things that I'd rather she didn't. Like my encounter with Amelia and what I did after.

"How about we look through the information we've received over the last few days?" Dante suggests and glances at the folder Cillian brought. "Looks like you have more to add."

"These are the police reports from England. They contain notes from the people they questioned. I looked at them already, but I figured we could check it out together."

"Sounds like a plan."

We start going through the files and brainstorm ideas until there's a knock at the door.

I purposely said I didn't want to be disturbed in this meeting, but I trust my staff to use their judgment when they need me.

"Come in," I call out.

The door opens, and Jan, one of the bouncers, pokes his head in.

"Sorry to disturb you guys, but there's a girl asking to see you, Virgo. Her name is Amelia. I know you didn't want to be disturbed, but she said it was important she speaks to you. I have her waiting in the VIP lounge."

My brows knit the moment I hear Amelia's name, and this important request she's talking about can only mean one thing.

She met with Olivia earlier for lunch, and I know the two were messaging before we left the Hamptons. Olivia would've told her she was starting to remember things.

It's obvious that Amelia is worried Olivia will remember the incident that would've heralded the end of their friendship.

Normally, I would've told Jan to send whoever it is away, but I decide to see her.

“I'll go talk to her quickly.” I stand and look back at the guys. "This shouldn't take too long," I tell them.

I'm sure they know why Amelia is here, too. I leave the meeting room and make my way to the VIP lounge. There, I find Amelia standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that captures a perfect view of the city.

Even in her heels, she looks small against the wall and the view. This woman has always made me feel uncomfortable, even way back when my parents wanted me to marry her.

Olivia knew about the arrangement years before, but I wonder how she would react now, as it would be new information to her. Back then, she hated the idea, and I'm sure she was happy when the whole arrangement fell through.

It happened when she and Amelia were fourteen. Of course, at that time, I'd seen the way both of them looked at me. But it was always Olivia for me.

I also knew she had feelings for me well before she started to look at me like that. Even with the arrangement, Olivia would've never had anything to worry about when it came to Amelia and me.

I never had any feelings for Amelia. Not one ounce.

But I know she wished I did.

The day she tried to seduce me was one I knew would happen. It was only a matter of time.

She turns to face me with worry etched into her features.

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