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As shitty as all this was. Lou wasn’t the end goal. He was just a small part of it. Call me power hungry, crazed, and an asshole, but I was going to get what I deserved.
I didn’t shoot my mother in the head for no reason, putting her out of her misery once and for all. Somone had to save her from my father’s sick method of payback and she didn’t have the spine to save herself.
Now, it was time for me to collect my dues and move on with my life.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
I wasn’t sure when he would come back, but I’d be ready this time. I couldn’t let him use sex to distract me—or control me, as he so oftenly did.
After day three, I wasn’t sure if he would come back. He’d stocked the fridge and left the schedule attached to it. I wound up so bored the tasks became my only form of keeping busy.
Watering plants, cleaning the floors, changing bed linens…it was the perfect housewife routine. I hated it.
I’d just gotten out of the shower and slipped on my robe when I heard the front door shut. Pulling the towel from my head, I hung it on a hook and headed for the bedroom door,pausing when I crossed the threshold. He was already upstairs and coming straight for me. Without saying a word, he wrapped me in his arms and pushed me against the wall.
After a few minutes and he still hadn’t spoken, just continued to hold me, I managed to break away and put a small distance between us.
“We need to talk.” I kept my voice level; forcing a sense of calm I didn’t feel.
“And what do we need to discuss?”
Taking a breath, I looked into his eyes. They were guarded. I’d find no answers within them.
“This situation. I want answers.”
“Ah, look at you. You aren’t so broken after all.”
“I’ll never be broken, especially over someone like you,” I retorted evenly.
He grinned like a schoolboy. “I like this. I was wondering when this side of you would resurface. You’re right, you do deserve some relief of all this. I’ll make you a deal; we can go and see Lou. Then, you and I are going to have a nice long chat about our future together.”
Immediately I was suspicious. Pierce didn’t do anything at random. “You know where he is?”
“He’s out back. Has been for two days.” His head tilted to the side, and he studied me. I blinked.
He was out back? What the hell?
“You put him in your shed.” I brushed past him and practically levitated down the stairs.
All I could do was hope he was in better shape than Jason had been. Cutting through the sunroom, I paused and looked out the glass door. It was pitch black outside. All I could hear was the soft pitter-patter of rain. Pierce reached around me and turned the lock in the door before stepping back and watching me expectantly.
I stared at him in disbelief. “Was the door open this entire time?”
“No. But it has been for the past two weeks. You just never tried to open it.”
Flustered, I asked, “You’re going to let me see him?”
“Why would I care? He’s not going anywhere.”
His voice gave nothing away. I had no idea what I was about to be met with. There were no shoes on my feet, and only the silk robe covered me, but that didn’t matter to me right then.
Pushing the door open, I walked across the rain-slicked deck, down the stairs, and slowly approached the large red shed. Wet grass pushed between my toes.
When a light flickered on, I paused to glance over my shoulder. Pierce was pointing towards the front of the house, leaning over the deck rail and talking to Tito.
No one seemed to care we were all getting soaked. Looking away from them, I shakily lifted a hand and touched the door of the shed. The first sign something wasn’t right was the fact it wasn’t locked. The second was the single wooden chair and the blood staining the floorboards.
I swallowed and whirled around, the shed door banging shut behind me. Pierce stood a few feet away, looking relaxed, letting the rain wash down on him.
Even in the dark, in the pouring rain, he was beautiful.
He was also cruel and ruthless—something my foolish heart kept trying to make excuses for. I was afraid to ask him what he had done. A sharp sense of déjà vu hit me, reminding me of his previous confession.
“You said he was here… You said he wasn’t going anywhere…so?”
I gestured behind me. We looked at one another, his eyes slowly roaming over my body, looking at the way my robe clung to my skin before coming to my face.
“He is here; I never said he was in the shed.”
