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“Your staff is terrified of you,” I point out, helping myself to a plate of food.
“How do you know it’s not you they’re scared of?”
“Oh, please. I’m awesome.”
He grins and shakes his head, piling food on his plate before digging in.
A chiming catches my attention. I look around and see my cell phone plugged into a charger on the far end of the table. “Can you grab my phone for me?”
“Eat first. Whatever drama is waiting for us can wait until after breakfast. You wouldn’t want to upset Leah now, would you?”
“You play dirty, Vice.”
“You like it when I play dirty.”
“Eat before I shove my fork into your eye.”
“Keep turning me on, and I’ll bend you over the table.”
“I don’t know what to say to you right now.”
I concentrate on my food as my cell phone continues to chime until, eventually, I give up eating.
“Okay. Jesus.” I shove my chair back, but Vice gets up and retrieves the phone for me, an oddly blank look on his face as he hands it to me, which is right around the time I remember that mine got smashed yesterday.
He got me a new phone?
I look up at him, but he says nothing. I swallow my gratitude and take it from him.
“Thank you, Vice,” I tell him softly. He may have married me to keep me safe, but he’s always finding small ways to take care of me. I wasn’t expecting that.
If he carries on like this, I might just fall in love with my husband, and that would be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.
I focus back on my new phone and find dozens of messages and missed calls. I start with the messages, each one more alarming than the last.
I leave the voice messages for now and slowly lower my phone to the table and look at Vice. “What did you do?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’ll need to be more specific.”
I grit my teeth and take a deep breath. “Where were you last night, Vice?”
“At home, taking care of my wife.”
I shove my chair back and get to my feet, but Vice is on me before I can walk away.
“What’s the matter, Nova? Suddenly realize what kind of man you married?” he taunts.
“Yeah, the lying kind. You promised me nothing but the truth between us, no matter how ugly. Yet the first chance you get, you lie to me.”
I yank my arm away and move to walk past him, but he grabs me around the hips and lifts me up onto the table, shoving everything to the floor with a crash.
“You want the truth, Nova, but how do I know you can handle it? How do I know you won’t run the first chance you get?”
“You don’t. But if I trust you, my instinct will always be to run to you instead of away. And now, what do we have? The one person who was supposed to be with me in this just reminded me what a fucking fool I’ve been. And if you lied about this, what else will you lie about?”
“You want the truth, baby girl? Fine, here’s the truth. I stood over your father last night and wanted nothing more than to blow his fucking brains out. The only thing that stopped me was you.” I suck in a breath. “But don’t mistake me for a good guy, Nova. I didn’t stop because he’s your father. I stopped because I know your plan will probably have a better outcome than me killing him and everyone who ever met you. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let him get away with what he’s done.”
He pushes me back until I’m lying flat on the table, and he’s leaning over me. “I’m going to make sure he knows exactly what I do to his little girl and how much she fucking loves it. I don’t want him to just die, baby. I want him to suffer. I want him to know he failed. Failed as adon. Failed as a husband and father. And failed as a fucking man. Once he’s gone, I’m going to take you to the cemetery. And while you cry for the man he could have been, I’ll fuck you over his grave, feeling nothing but satisfaction. Tell me, do you like that truth?” he snarls, reaching for the waistband of my sweatpants and yanking them down, leaving me exposed as he lowers his zipper and pulls out his cock.
