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Juliet’s face pales, and I know the hatred I feel for her radiates out of every pore in my body. But I will do whatever it takes to protect Madison, even sell my own soul for her freedom.
“I’ll see you around,” I sneer, inches from her face. She takes a step back.
I grin because she has no idea who she’s messing with.
She quickly recovers when the elderly couple returns, eyeing us suspiciously. “I’ll be in touch,” she whispers.
“Can’t wait.” I snicker.
“If you have any pride, you’ll leave with your head held high,” she smartly says, repeating my parting words to her.
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, I plan to,” she replies arrogantly.
She throws me a wink over her shoulder before casually sauntering off like she didn’t just blackmail me into being her lapdog.
I need to get out of here. I’m seconds away from losing my shit, and before I do anything rash, I need to think. I charge toward the staircase, needing the physical burn of twenty-two flights of stairs to assure me that I’m still human.
What did I just agree to?
I just signed my soul over to Lucifer herself, and I don’t know what to do. There is no way I can do what Juliet is proposing. I can’t. I can’t touch her the way she wants me to because I’m nolonger that man. Madison has changed me, and I’ve never felt so alive. But what other choice do I have?
Juliet has the power to destroy my personal lifeandmy career. Even if her claims fall on deaf ears, they’ll plant the seed of doubt, and once planted, my reputation will be ruined. This is not a forgiving world we live in, especially when you live amongst rich, judgmental pricks.
At floor fourteen, I realize I’m fucked.
My sordid past has come back to bite me in the ass, and I have no one to blame but myself. I could blame Lily, or my mother’s death, for behaving like an immoral whore, but that would be a cop-out, an excuse. I did the things I did because I liked them. If the tables were turned andIwas the one facing the judgmental chair, I would diagnose myself as being an addict of the worst kind.
I’m addicted to sin.
My body is dripping in perspiration and shaking in rage as I shoulder open the door and frantically search the foyer for Madison. The moment I see her, my heart sinks in regret because I see her leaning against a wall, crying.
Has Juliet had second thoughts and gone ahead and told her what a filthy bastard I really am?
“Madison?” I anxiously call, charging over to her.
She quickly turns my way, and I hold my breath, unsure of what I’ll see reflected in her eyes. But I exhale softly when I see only relief and happiness flash across her troubled face.
“Dixon,” she cries, meeting me halfway. “Did you take the stairs?” She sniffs, looking at my disheveled state.
“Ah, yes. The elevator was taking too long, and I couldn’t wait to see you. Why are you crying,angelo?” I ask, brushing a tear away.
She lowers her face, and I raise her chin with my fingertips. “What’s wrong?”
“I…I thought you had second thoughts.”
“About us?” I ask, horrified.
“Yes,” she confesses, a tear spilling down her cheek.
“Why on earth would you think that?” I coo, wiping away her tear.
“Because of Beth,” she sadly admits. “She’s toxic, Dixon. Everything she touches turns to shit.”
“Well, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” I affirm, pulling her into my arms. “She willnevertouch me,” I conclude, meaning every word.
“What did she want to talk to you about?” she muffles against my chest.
