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“You fucked him.”
“We were saying goodbye.”
I snarl, squeezing my hands into fists.
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong, Hudson. I wasn’t yours then, and you know it.”
“You were mine the second you sat in my lap at the wake. I should have been thinking about burying my ex, but all I cared about was burying myself inside you.”
“Well, thanks for setting me straight,” she hisses, making me grin.
“You’re welcome, Birdie.”
She sighs and looks away. “I didn’t want this. I don’t want to be married or tied to someone who I’m pretty sure should be heavily medicated for the safety of others, but I won’t break my vows. You might have forced me into this, but I still said them. I won’t sleep with another man while I’m married to you, and that includes Abbot.”
“You should know that if you did sleep with someone else, I’d kill them and fuck you over their remains.”
That pretty much ended the picnic, though she wasn’t screaming and shouting at me, so I’ll take it as a win.
Still, she was quiet when I dropped her off at school, making me wish I’d kept my mouth shut. I know she knows exactly what kind of man hides under the surface. She’s seen glimpses of him, though I try to keep that side of me reined in. It’s harder than I thought. I’m not a good guy hiding a mean streak. I’m a fucking degenerate trying to find something good in myself for her to hold on to. I figure if she falls for me, she’ll overlook a lot. Like the fact that I kill people for a living.
Tapping my fingers on my leg, I head to the restaurant Atlas is working from today. As I drive past the park, I spot a couple of cop cars and an ambulance, which cheer me up.
Once I get to the restaurant, I park the car and climb out. I bypass the dining room and head up to his office, knocking once.
“Come in.”
I push the door open and sigh when I see Kenzo. “Seriously, don’t you have an empire to run?”
He flips me off. “I’m training some minions. I wanna see how they do without me.”
“Which means you’ll be watching them on the cameras?”
He waves his phone in confirmation. “Plus, my woman’s here. Where else would I be?”
I look at Atlas for more information. “Ivy and Trix are having a girl’s lunch. We’re apparently not invited.”
“I wondered why you were working from here instead of the club. They know you’re here?”
Atlas smirks, and I shake my head in amusement.
“And you think I’m bad.”
“Oh, don’t pretend that you wouldn’t be sitting in class right beside Starling if you weren’t closer to fifty than fifteen,” Kenzo huffs, his eyes glued to his phone screen. “Where’ve you been anyway?”
“I took Starling on a date.”
“Where to, Chuck E. Cheese?”
“You know, I thought I saw Trix talking to that bouncer from the club. She always tells him she’s not interested, but that doesn’t stop him from flirting. What’s his name, Tom, Thomas, something like that? You know the one?”
“What the fuck?” He storms out, so I take his seat.
“Did you really just throw Trix under the bus?”
“She can handle him. Besides, we both know it’s bullshit. You’re probably watching both women right now.” He turns the computer screen to show that I’m right. “It’s just Kenzo. He knew I was winding him up, but he just had to make sure.” I laugh.
“You two are worse than toddlers. At least toddlers aren’t armed.”