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“Are you going to ask her?” Jackson nudges me to get my attention. “Have you heard a word that I’ve said?”
“No, what were you saying?” I ask him; my gaze focused on Hope. I glance back to him.
“Are you going to ask her if she knows where he lives?”
"Hope," I call her over, and she sits on the chair in front of us. "Jackson and I were wondering if you know the address of the place you were kept?" I ask her. I know that I could have done it a little better, but no matter how I ask the question, it isn't going to be easy for her.
She looks at me, ignoring Jackson, her eyes locked with mine and I can see the fear in them. I can see the fear in her.
“No,” she says. But taking the notepad closer to her, she writes something down and slides it over to me. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“No, thank you.” I look at the name she’s written on the paper,Joseph Price.
Jackson clears his throat. “Can I get some cheesecake? I saw you making it earlier.” Hope hasn’t left the kitchen all morning. She has made a few different cakes and even a lasagna for dinner tonight, along with a few different things for Jackson and I to take to lunch this week.
She cuts a piece of dessert and hands it to Jackson with a fork.
“Thank you.” He pushes the laptop to the side.
Hope sits down next to me, bringing her knees closer to her. I place my hand on her knee. I want to lean over and give her a kiss, but I don’t know what’s happening with us.
Hope clears her throat. “How is work Jackson?” she asks, making us both look at her.
“Good, you have to love rich idiots that marry women twenty years younger than them.” Jackson looks at me for a moment and then back to Hope. “Have you been getting used to the phone?”
“No, it’s not really that important to me. As long as I know how to call and message Leo back, I’m good.”
I sit here in surprise that she’s talking so much more than she normally does and I hope it stays like this. It’s nice to see it.
Jackson suddenly focuses on the laptop again and shakes his head before turning the screen toward me. “The gods must be on your fucking side, Leo, he’s in New York this weekend for some meeting, but you also have a problem.”
I feel Hope tense up. The fucker owns the two biggest nightclubs in Florida. I shake my head at the new fucking hurdle I have to go through. We have a week to get a plan together.
How the fuck can I kill this bastard knowing that people are going to ask questions if he's missing? "They did say you need money to join the website," I say, and I rub Hope's knee softly letting her know that I'm here and I won't let anyone hurt her again.
“Well, he fucking has enough of it,” Jackson talks with a mouthful of cake.
Jackson gets up and walks away as his phone rings and I turn to look at Hope staring at the screen. Closing the laptop she asks me, “Will you make it hurt?”
I turn my chair so I can see her face. “I plan on it. I plan on making it last all night.” Her hand moves to my cheek, then through my hair. I never thought that could feel as nice as it does. I hear the chair behind, letting me know Jackson is back with us. “Someone else looking to get a divorce?” I ask him looking over my shoulder.
He starts laughing. “No, something else.” His short answer makes me laugh. He’s got himself a girl for the day.
“What time you leaving?”
“Not until tonight.” He watches Hope as she gets up and walks out of the dining room. “So, you and Hope?”
“One day at a time,” I tell him.
“So, what are we going to do abouthim?” He points to the laptop as he opens it up again. “I really don’t think his dead body should be found in New York.”
I blow out air. I wantone fucking man. My focus was killing him but I have to find a fucking ghost in this world of fucked up dicks. “Well, find me somewhere where I can make it last. There’s no way I’m ending his life quickly.” I stop for a moment and think about it. “You know what? Fuck it, get him to a warehouse, make sure that it has no ties to us and that we don’t leave any prints there—”
“Leo—”
I cut him off. "I don't give a shit; we're leaving him there once I'm finished with him. There's no tie to him with us so what are the chances of him being linked to us?" I know that he wants me to think with my head, but at the moment I'm thinking of Hope and how he made her fear everything.
"Fine, let me think of something. You work on the torture, and I'll have everything ready. You going to work today?"
