Page 98 of Dishonored

And when had he ever given a single fuck what Angelo wanted or thought?

Caesar made a dismissive grunt. “I’ll give him what he wants. She was a detail to him. That’s it, and that’s all. Just something else for him to add to the pot, and nothing more. She’s not actually important to Angelo’s plans other than removing her from the equation to piss off her husband. He can still do that without killing her at the same time. She doesn’t need to die.”

Cain cleared his throat, and glanced over at Caesar. “And what, she isn’t just a detail to you? You don’t want to get rid of her?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Caesar—”

“Don’t even try to do that.”

“Now—”

“This isn’t something, Cain. And don’t try to make something out of fucking nothing.”

Cain glared at the ceiling. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, well …”

It was all he could say, and he’d offered it rather lamely. Caesar had never claimed to be anything but exactly what he was.

“How many times have you slept with that woman now?” Cain asked.

“A few times.”

Are we counting the encounters, or the number of times one of us has come?

Because those were two very different numbers, and one was a great deal higher than the other. Soon to be a hell of a lot more the second he got a chance. He was done pretending in that aspect—he liked fucking Aria, and he was going to keep doing it as long as she wanted him to.

Caesar didn’t see the issue.

“You do realize when you go back more than once, you can’t keep calling it nothing, right?” Cain asked.

“Just … fuck off.”

Cain laughed. “I’m just saying.”

“Fuck off, and find me two guys Angelo won’t care about if they die.”

That quieted his friend.

“Why would they die?”

Caesar grinned. “Aria is predictable. That’s why.”

And it was time to put some of his plans in motion.

“What are we standing here for?” Angelo asked.

More like grumbled.

“Something fun,” Caesar said. “Wait for it.”

He checked the screen of his phone again to see the men he had tasked with snatching Aria from her safe hotel were at the bottom of the driveway, and currently waiting to be granted access to the Accardo estate by security. Almost.

“Fun for me is not standing around,” Angelo said with a sigh.

“You could indulge me a little.”