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“I do believe in your plan, but the key with intimidation is that you have to follow through with your threats. If you have no intention of going through with this, how will you convince him otherwise?”
“You’re saying a lot of yous when you should be saying we.” I kissed his cheek. “I’m your girlfriend now. It’s all we from here on.”
“Ah,” he said gravely. “So that was your plan.”
Giggling, I tried to tickle him and that backfired wonderfully. Liam flipped me over and screwed me against the doorframe.
It took a couple orgasms, arguing back and forth, his technical expertise, and a creepy voice-over app to finish part one of the intimidation and my first lesson with Liam.
Liam kept a spare change of clothes in the car. We fixed ourselves up and returned to Vito, catching him in the middle of yanking on his restraints. He drilled a hole through my head and poured his hate as I sat down.
“You’ll see I’m a woman of my word, Vito.” I played the video for him, giving him the first look at Channel Nine’s trending news story. “I’m attaching it to this email that’s already addressed to every news outlet in Cinco. Tomorrow when we’re watching the coverage and the whole world is asking who is the Brotherhood? I hope for your sake that you have an answer for me.”
“Stop!”
I hit send.
Chapter Eight
Genny
“Huh.” I circled the mannequin, lifting and poking this or that. “You’re actually pretty good at this.”
“What’s with the surprise, Hunt?” Kenzie knelt before the other mannequin, fussing with an imaginary problem. “I wear my own creations every day. You know I’m good.”
“Eh,” I replied, flopping back on my window seat. “You popped out a kid two seconds ago and still your body is banging. You’d think you’d flaunt it, but no.”
“I lost the baby weight because I was starving on the streets,” she cried.
“How does that negate my other point?”
I didn’t have to see Feisty’s face to know she was rolling her eyes. “Laurel knows where her lunch is. She’s tried to get at it more than once by yanking on my top. There’s a little cleavage, and then there’s all of it.”
I barked a laugh. “Oh, damn. Tooty Booty is even more feisty than you.”
“I will kick your ass if you call her that again.”
Yep, it was official. Mackenzie Blaine is my new favorite person.
“What’s the point of this?” I asked. “These clothes don’t need final touches. They need to be sent down to the Closet and prepped for shipment. If we’re lucky the lurking two-faced bitch will take their chance.”
“They do need final touches actually.” Kenzie crossed to the mini-fridge, got an ice pack, and passed it to me. One absentminded shoulder rub and she was ready with the mothering. Between her, my mom moving into the Fairfield, and this fancy-ass den of luxury that was called a fashion house, I was softening like a plum in the sun.
I needed to get back to Harlow where the beers are cold, the rides were sleek, and the bar fights were bloody.
“Because they’re being sold through Caddell House with their label on it, Vance wants final approval. As soon as he gives these all a pass, they’re going straight into the Closet,” she said. “Have you checked it out yet? I told you there are lots of hiding spots that we can use to catch this guy, just like he may be using them to pull this off.”
“I stuck my head in but I haven’t gotten a real look around yet,” I confessed. “A white-haired sea witch was guarding the place. I believe her name is Ursula. She said she didn’t recognize me and gave zero shits if I was your bodyguard. I wasn’t getting near the clothes.”
“Her name is Maggie.”
“Pretty sure it’s Ursula.”
Kenzie laughed. “They’re serious about security here. I’ve asked Vance to give you an employee badge and he looked at me like I slipped into another language. I get the feeling he doesn’t want you leaving this room. Can you figure out a way in? I’d do it, Gen, but you pointed out that I can’t blow off my job and hide in a closet all day without looking suspicious.”
“I’ll get in. Even the strongest of sea witches are harpooned in the end.”
“Do I have to tell you not to kill her?”
I hummed. “It is helpful to know that’s off the table.”
Lyla blew into the room carrying a pad and pen. “Kenzie, what are you doing? I need you to approve these designs.”
This woman’s disrespect for Kenzie was so blatant, it made no sense to me that Talia didn’t believe her when she said Lyla framed her. Either Talia didn’t know a fucking thing about her employees—and her fiancé—or she did know and jumped on a convenient chance to rid herself of a young, pretty, pregnant rival.
