Page 144 of High Reward

“Something tells me if this hadn’t happened, you would have killed him yourself. He told me in veiled terms why you were mad at him.”

“It was before I knew her, but it still pisses me off.”

“Maybe that anger should be directed towards the man who hired him.”

I let out a huff of a laugh. “Believe me, it is.”

I leave her alone and return to the blood-soaked kitchen just in time for Tyson to arrive.

“What the hell did you fuckers do to my kitchen?”

Lili

Thedoortothesuite Grace led me to an hour ago, bursts open, and Victor stalks toward me curled up on the bed. “Are you OK, Spitfire?” he asks as he sheds his jacket, shoulder holster, and tie, then crawls onto the bed and pulls me into his arms.

“I am so fucking conflicted,” I whisper. “I’m so sad for Dr. Singh, but I would be lying if I didn’t say I feel safer knowing Jacob is dead after what he did to me.”

He brushes hair out of my face and presses a kiss to my forehead. “That’s understandable. Don’t feel guilty for those conflicting feelings. Both can be true at the same time.”

“It’s just making me think about Phineas.”

He stiffens. “What about him?”

“I… I want him dead,” I whisper. The words horrify me, but they’re the God’s honest truth. I want my husband dead, and I don’t care if Victor knows it.

“That can be arranged,” he murmurs.

“It’s not fair of me to ask you to do that.”

“Sweetheart, despite my reputation, there are very few people in my life who I’ve enjoyed killing. But that bastard will definitely be one of them.”

I shudder against him.

“Can I see him?”

“You want to see him again?”

I nod against Victor’s chest. “I have some things to say.”

He’s still and quiet for a long time before he kisses me again and sits up. “I can arrange it. You’ll be well protected the entire time, so there’s no need to be frightened while you’re there.”

“Thank you, Vic,” I whisper. “Where’s Grace?”

“With Zara and Skylar. I wanted to check on you first. Do you want her here?”

I shake my head. “Not yet. I don’t like upsetting her.”

“She would want to comfort you.”

I smile as I wipe my face and sit up. “I know. She’s such a delight. You’re lucky to have her.”

Victor frowns at me. “We’re lucky, Liliana. She wants both of us in her life.”

I grimace. “And I want to be in both of your lives as well. I’m just worried that I bring too much drama with me.”

“Let us be part of that decision, please,” he whispers.

I’m not used to this tender side of Victor, but I like it. I snuggle close to him again. “How’s the cleanup out there?”