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“This is about justice for Jack.”
Romeo sighed. “We have to pick our battles. Sometimes that means making difficult choices.”
The conversation had veered into uncomfortable territory. The oaths we’d sworn as teenagers demanded sacrifices that were too painful.
“I’m handling this with or without your permission. You can either help me or stay out of it.”
His eyes narrowed. “This is because of Violet, isn’t it? She wants this, not you.”
I said nothing, but Romeo got the gist. “It’s not that big of an ask,” I finally said.
He raised a brow. “Bro, she wants you to whack someone.”
“His days were already numbered.”
Frowning, he rotated his tumbler. “Breaking the rules for a woman isn’t like you.”
“I’m not doing this for her.”
I was doing this for Jack, not Violet. She had no problem asking me to help her kill, but kissing me? Too much for the princess. She’d run from me, and the sting hadn’t faded. It gnawed at me. I kept replaying when she bolted. Her wide, terrified eyes.
Romeo glanced up with a sly grin. “She’s giving you a hard time, huh?”
I grunted.
He chuckled, topping off my glass. “You need this more than I do.”
I drank, barely feeling the burn down my throat.
“What’s she like? High-maintenance? Another pretty face, too stuck up to realize what’s good for her?”
“I will not bitch about my fiancée to you.”
“Come on, you can tell me. She’s just a trophy wife.”
My fists tightened. “She’s not. She’s got her own mind, and she’s been through hell and still stands tall. And she’s great with Jack.”
He held up his hands. “Alright, alright. She’s an angel. Aside from asking you to kill someone, she’s perfect. We’ll ignore that giant red flag.”
I glared at him. “You’re lecturing me about red flags?”
“Hey, none of them asked me to murder anybody.”
“But you’d do it in a heartbeat.”
He sat back, observing me. “For the right woman, sure. Love drives the sanest men to madness. But you, you’re in deeper than you think.”
“I can’t have her turning into one of those soulless mob wives. You know the kind. Numb, drifting through life, trapped in a gilded cage.”
He smiled broadly, pissing me off. “What do you care?”
My stomach clenched. I had no interest in examining feelings I might have.
Smiling, he sipped his drink. “This girl makes you feel a lot of things, doesn’t she?”
“You’re my therapist now?”
He peered at me. “What do you want from her?”
