Page 21 of Lethal Vows

“Best way to run her off for good, I’d say.” Angel flips her hair over her shoulder, then turns and walks away.

Dominic stands there, his hands threading through his hair. “Well, shit. Sorry, man. I didn’t think…” He shakes his head. “Do you plan to kill Rya’s date?”

“Yep.” I tap my phone to bring up the video feed I hacked into from her building. She’s standing at the entrance, and some guy in a suit is leaning in as he talks to her, a smile on his face. She turns to go back in but stops. “Do not do it!” I growl to her image on the screen. She mouths something and then shakes her head while he watches her with keen interest. I don’t blame him. Does this fucking woman have a bad angle?

“Maybe you shouldn’t watch,” Dominic suggests, peering over my shoulder at my phone.

She stretches out her hand, and he takes it and steps through the doorway, closing the door behind them.

“Well, shit!” My brother steps back. “Okay, let’s be calm about this. Think rationally. I mean, you killed her boss not just because of his dirty work but because you found out he was taking inappropriate photos and recordings of her. But this is different… it’s consensual.”

“It wasn’t just her he was recording,” I tell him. And I didn’t have to explain that my soon-to-be wife isn’t in a position where she could suggest or offer consent to any other man.

“Yep, sure. You killed him because he had a camera in the women’s bathroom. For the protection of the other women.” He rolls his eyes at the last bit. “But he only really seemed to store her content.”

“Scum,” I say as I pocket my phone. “I’m going out.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Dominic says. Two of my men, who are standing outside the door, nod and then flank me as I leave. “Crue!” Dominic yells.

I don’t listen. What’s the point of listening when I know exactly what I plan to do?

No one can change my mind. In all my years, no one has been able to do that. So why would that change now?

“Get me all you can on this man,” I order one of my men, who is sitting in the passenger seat of the car. I airdrop him the photograph as the driver takes us back to her apartment.

My little defiant vixen.

Little does she know, she’s playing with fire.

And when I want something, I get it.

Even if they put up a fight.

CHAPTER11

Rya

Andrew’s hands are everywhere. Literally everywhere on me. It’s like someone put him on fast-forward, and he forgot how to slow down.

Like, do your hands need to be there?

I take a deep breath and try not to think of another man while this man is trying and failing to undress me.

But it’s hard.

The way Crue’s eyes zoom in on me is like… it’s as if he can see straight through my bullshit and calls me out on it every damn time.

Asshole.

“Andrew.”

He pauses but just as quickly removes his grabby hands from me and starts with his own clothes. Andrew smiles like he’s won the lottery as he unbuttons his shirt.

“Slow down. It’s not a race,” I tell him, then turn and enter the kitchen. I open the cabinet, grab a bottle of red wine, and pour myself a glass. When I look up, I see him still undressing. “Do you want a glass?”

“I wantyou,” he says eagerly.

I laugh a little. I mean, it’s nice to be wanted. And Andrew knows why he’s here. To fuck. He knows I want nothing more, that sex is it for me. And he agreed. So why am I not letting him get to it? Lifting my glass of wine to my lips, I drink the whole thing and shake my head.

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