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So I leaned back, rubbing my ass against the swell of his pants while looking over my shoulder. “What happens on the ocean?”
His grin was menacing. “Probably should always stay on the ocean.”
Sparrow
Iwatch as her body falls to the ground in front of Dion. Almost in slow motion, like she fought all the way down to the ground. She didn’t have a chance, though.
“You drug her?” I ask, one brow raised.
“What? Nah…” He leans down, scooping her body up with his arm and cradling her into his chest. He carries her closer and grins, nudging his head toward the window of the cabin. “Just let her orgasm to that.”
I shift over my shoulder to see Malyk dropping a woman onto the floor, blood spilling out of the deep incision in her neck.
I turn back to Dion. “That smart?”
“What?” Dion starts moving to the door of the cabin, ignoring me. “I know her, Sparrow. If you think that is going to scare this little psycho, you’re wrong. She’s done worse.”
I shut the front door, stopping when I see the woman bleeding out in the kitchen. “You gonna clean that up?” I glare at Malyk. “And why did you hang her? Just for theatrics?”
“I guess I probably should.” He stares down at the lifeless body at his feet while running his knife over his shoulder to clean the blood off. “I can’t be here much longer. You know that.”
I did, but Dion and I were the only ones who knew the real Malyk. The Malyk who lingers in the night because his skin burns in the sun.
“It shouldn’t take much longer.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I know that they’re not entirely true. Shiloh St. Claire is by far the hardest we’ve had.
I open the door to the master bedroom—i.e., the only fucking bedroom—and see Dion placing her on top of the bed. The cabin was renovated last year. I don’t know why I thought not to put extra fucking bedrooms in.
“Tell me about her and what you know,” I say to Dion, watching as he backs away from her sleeping body, falling onto the single sofa in the corner of the room.
His eyes never move from her form, and all the years that I’ve known Dion, I don’t know what to think. He usually hides his emotions beneath a wall of secrets, but it’s different. I see that right now. With her. He’ll never admit it, though. Dion has used the flashy Hollywood spotlight to hide from what he really wants in life.
He continues to run his finger over his top lip, considering his next words. “What makes you think I know her that well?”
I ignore my phone in my pocket, knowing damn well I’ve neglected my responsibilities since finding out. “Because l see her.”
He stares at me blankly.
“Because I’ve seen the fucking way you both want to kill each other.”
“Ehh.” He shrugs non-committedly. “I’ve known her a long time, yeah, but I can’t tell you anything that you don’t already know about her.” His eyes meet mine, and when they narrow, I quickly look away. Dion is a lot of things, and being able to sniff out lies is one of them. “Say, Big Dog, why doyoucare so much?”
“What?” I lower myself onto the end of the bed, ignoring his ridiculous new nickname. “You know why I care.”
His face falls and a shadow of reality crawls over it for a split second. “Yeah. It can’t be her. I stand by that.”
I roll my lips between my teeth to stop myself from snapping at him.
Yeah. Sure.
One Month Earlier
I knew that this could end bad. I mean, in hindsight, what the fuck did I suspect? We were building a new resort in the middle of the fucking Pacific Ocean. The kind that you could only access via boat. It was familiar, but not enough that I wanted to leave breadcrumbs if shit ever circled back to us.
“Sparrow, thoughts?” Shania asked, patting her straight black hair down and leaning against the boardroom table. “Do you think that these plans are a little ambitious?”
I flicked the pen around my fingers, considering her words. I already knew my answer, but I wanted her to think that I was considering whatever bullshit she was throwing out.
“Do you think I got to where I was from being too ambitious, Shania?”
