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“Are you okay, otherwise?” He searches my face.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“That’s good. I ask because you looked on edge at the Creed meeting the other night.”
He's referring to the way I was looking at Jason. I only got through that meeting because I was thinking about Serenity and her upcoming marriage, or the marriage in the works, as Jason put it.
“Don't worry about me.”
“That's just the thing. I do worry. We’ve experienced a lot of loss and changes to our lives. I know you aren’t fond of Jason, but I appreciate you’re trying.”
A twinge of guilt I don’t expect to feel gnaws at me, but I don’t believe it’s because of Igor. It’s Serenity. It’s the thought of what killing her father would do to her.
“I am trying.” I push her out of my mind.
“I understand how you feel when it comes to him. I need you to trust that I know the things that will take us to the next level.”
I nod once again, feeling like it's all I can do.
“I trust you.”
“Alright. That's it from me. If you need anything, call me.”
I dip my head at that. “Godspeed.”
“To you, too.”
He leaves, and I think about what he said to me.
Trust him. I do, but I also see his flaws. Igor will allow a problem to fester for the greater good. I prefer to deal with it and stop it in its tracks before it creates something so big you can't contain it. Then the greater good won’t matter.
Jason Bell’s days are numbered. They have to be. My father would want me to protect the legacy he worked so hard to establish. That includes removing anything and anyone who posed as a threat, no matter how important they were to the company or the Creed. That right there is the greater good.
The reasoning means I have to get my mind and body in check when it comes to Serenity.
I take the first steps to do so when I leave and instead of going to her place, I head home.
I do the same thing the following night, but she haunts me in my dreams, ravaging my mind the way I ravaged her when I had her in my arms.
Memories of her screw with me all day. By nightfall, I find myself checking the little spyware link I have to her phone.
I can’t hack the way Virgo can, but I can do these little things. When I check her phone, I find a message from Matthew Bouchard.
It says:
Pick you up at eight. Tonight, we’re going to the Marriot. Your father also left us a gift.
So, that’s her intended’s name. Matthew Bouchard. And they’re going to the Marriot. To dine or to fuck?
Really, Dante? Is that even a question? Look at Serenity.
The woman is a goddess who practically has ‘fuck me’ stamped on her forehead.
It’s only me who was dumb enough not to at least fuck her before I let her go.
Why did I do that? She was right in my grasp, ripe and ready for the taking, yet I turned her away.
I grind my teeth at the memory of us and my reasoning at the time.
