Page 25 of Lethal Vows

I feel the ping of my phone in my suit jacket.

I pull it out and read the email.

Dear Miss Ricci

I’ve been unable to stop thinking about you on your hands and knees. It’s been rather distracting, and I hope you’ll take responsibility for such matters.

P.S. Red is the only other color besides black you should wear.

Reply.

Crue

Asshole.

CHAPTER13

Crue

“Idon’t care what you say… I’m coming,” Angel says as she forces herself into my car. Dominic swears from the front seat as she does. “I know you’re going to see her. It’s been what? A week? And I can tell you’re having withdrawals because your killings have doubled.”

I look at Dominic and eye him through the rearview mirror.

“What? She knows everything.”

“Only because you fucking tell her,” I yell.

Angel rubs her belly as she sits next to me. If she weren’t pregnant right now, I would throw her out of this car myself. “I don’t have withdrawals. To me, women are a means to an end. They are there to lie on their back and fall pregnant.” Angel laughs in a half-crazed hyena pitch. “Dominic.” I grind my teeth.

“You expect her to have your kids, and what? Marry you as well?” Angel asks. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. You do know I still talk to her, right?”

“Of course we do. Your phones are tapped.” Her eyes widen, and she reaches to the front and hits Dominic.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I don’t listen. It’s just in case anyone ever tries to threaten you,” he explains, trying to appease her. When in reality it’s because I like listening to Rya speak. I had to decide if I wanted to go after her, and it took me years to decide. But somehow, without her even knowing, she got under my skin, and when I saw her for the first time again, there was no going back.

Sheisthe woman I am going to marry.

“I listen,” I tell her with a grin.

“I hate you,” she grumbles, and I merely smile.

We come to a stop outside a bar. I spot Rya seated inside with a few of her work colleagues, mostly men, and before we can say anything, Angel is out of the car and heading inside.

“Can you try to be nicer to her?” Dominic asks.

I raise a brow at him. “What?” I say as if I didn’t hear him correctly.

“She’s pregnant with your niece.”

“And?”

“You treat her so awful.” He shakes his head.

“I treat her like a sister. How else would you like me to treat her? If she were any other person talking to me the way she does, you know for a fact they would not be breathing.” I turn toward the bar’s window and see Rya happy, with a large smile as she hugs Angel. Dominic and I stay there for a few minutes to watch the two women interact.

“I love her,” Dominic says.

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