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“Boom,” Annika says, unable to hide her boasting expression. “Mic drop.”
“The sorry fuck is too in love to see how horrible your food actually is. Listen, kid, love won’t save you when you’re driven to the ER because of food poisoning.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Annika announces and proceeds to try and stuff him with her appetizers, but Creighton snatches them and starts to eat them all.
Christ.
The little shit might have a death wish, after all. In this house, we don’t eat Annika’s food or else there will definitely be some form of food poisoning. Or stomachaches. Or just plain inconveniences.
She tends to use what she thinks is beneficial for health out of context, like honey with spicy food or some nutriments with seafood. And she has no sense of how much salt she should put in any dish.
We know she means well, so Lia, Jeremy, and I usually tell her not to cook. Kolya and the other guards try to be diplomatic about it, too.
Only that fucker Yan told her the truth directly and has long since labeled her a food terrorist.
Creighton King is the first person who’s eaten her food willingly and even compliments her for it.
However, I refuse to warm up to him due to that gesture. Or the fact that he’s the one who made Annika abandon whatever suicidal thoughts she had on that island.
I haven’t told Lia about that episode and ordered everyone not to. It would ruin her to know that dark thoughts have invaded our daughter’s mind and we almost lost her.
But we didn’t.
Because Creighton was there and managed to tug her from the edge of nothingness.
It’s mostly because of him that I still have my daughter in one piece. But it’s also because of him that she got to that state, so I will be considering that incident neutral.
“How is that girl?” Lia asks Creighton while Annika chases Yan with a flower because he keeps calling her a food terrorist.
“Girl?” he echoes with a hoarse throat—definitely not as unaffected with the food as he claims to be.
“The one who told us about where you took Annika.”
“Cecily?”
My wife nods.
“Do you really want to know?”
She inches closer, her soft features creasing. “Why? What happened?”
“You do realize that Jeremy didn’t get that information out of her by being a good sport, right?”
My wife swallows. “I figured as much. He…can be cold-blooded, he takes that after his father, but they do have a heart beneath it all, I promise.”
“That’s what my mother says about my brother, and the worst part is that she believes it, but we all know he’s a functioning psychopath.”
“Jeremy isn’t a psychopath.”
“In view of what he’s done, he’s probably worse.”
“What did he do?”
“I promised him I’d stay out of his way if he stays out of mine, and I’d like to keep that truce. Not for self-serving purposes, but for Annika’s sake. She doesn’t like it when we clash.”
Lia nods in understanding, and I want to haul my son back from the other side of the ocean and shake the fuck out of him.
He’s not supposed to accept Creighton this easily, or fast, no matter what type of deal they struck.
