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A tape? “What kind of tape?”
“A sex tape.”
“Did any—”
“No,” he said, and relief washed me. “I opened to check what it was but as soon as he walked into the frame and called her name, I shut it off.”
“Burn it,” I ordered, “Azzaria can’t see this and I don’t want to either. So burn it. Dispose of the body, clean up and your payments will be transferred within the hour,” I noted.
He smiled wide. Extra wide. “Always nice doing business with you. Until next time,” Daniel Green said. “Until next time.”
I got back to the penthouse a little after two in the morning and there was complete silence. Azzaria would’ve obviously fallen asleep by now, and I just wanted to cuddle her. She’d be pissed at me tomorrow but for tonight, I needed rest.
I cautiously entered the bedroom, trying not to make a sound, but it was futile—she was awake.
“You’re home, and very late,” she observed.
“Hello, my love,” I greeted her, approaching and enveloping her in my arms. “You’re up late.”
“I couldn’t sleep; I was worried. You didn’t answer my texts or calls, and none of your friends saw or heard from you. So, I was worried,” her tone was low and calm. This wouldn’t end well for me. “Why is there red on your shirt?” I cursed inwardly; of all things, I had forgotten to change my bloodstained shirt.
“My phone was on silent, I’m sorry. I told you I went on business, babe. Can we drop it, please? I just need to sleep. It’s been a long day,” I confessed, utterly exhausted. Between jet lag from Italy and non-stop work, my body had reached its limits.
She switched on the lights and got up from the bed, clutching her pillow. “I’m going to sleep on the couch because I won’t be sharing a bed with someone who can’t answer simple questions.”
To hell she was. I went to the bedroom door, bolted it, and gently pushed her back onto the bed. “Baby, we’ll talk—”
“You know how insecure I get, how my confidence wanes, and how I overthink. I don’t ask for much, just answers, or I’ll start making up my own,” she warned.
“Fine,” I agreed, taking a seat beside her. “I went to the Malen property.” I didn’t need to say much more; I’m sure she understood what I was implying. Her arms clung to me tightly, and tears streamed from her eyes, leaving stains on my shirt.
“Thank you so much,” she whispered. Sometimes I wanted to be furious with her, but I couldn’t. “Is he—?”
“Dead?”
She nodded.
“Yes, and I don’t regret it. He didn’t deserve to live.”
She remained silent. Justice had been served in the way I knew best. Torture and murder.
“Did you know there was a sex tape?”
She looked up at me and nodded. “Yeah, but it wasn’t voluntarily made.”
My heart sank. How much worse could Mathew possibly get? “It’s gone now, and so is he.”
I had never felt such a surge of power from taking someone’s life, but he deserved it. You can’t go around hurting, degrading, and sleeping with women without consent and expect everything to be okay. He didn’t get a happy ending, and I made damn sure of that.
CHAPTER 42
Azzaria
My graduation is this Sunday, and I’ve never been more excited. There’s a sorrowful yet refreshing feeling in moving from one level to the next. It’s sorrowful because I’ve made so many memories and accomplished so much in one place, but it’s refreshing because all my hard work will pay off. If it weren’t for the school’s internship program, I wouldn’t have met the love of my life.
Dillon left for his weekly board meetings a few hours ago. They usually last four to six hours, with him surrounded by all his investors discussing ways to get more of the city and, to a larger extent, the world. I’ve only attended one, and I decided I’ll never go back.
There were only two things on my to-do list for today: grocery shopping and baking. Lucio picked me up about ten minutes ago, and we’re almost at the store. We needed to use up the lemons we got from Italy, so I’m planning to make everything lemon-flavored, and Dillon’s going to love it.
