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“I’d never hurt her.”
“Not physically, Kieran, but the level of her empathy is something I have never witnessed before.”
“What does a good woman like her find in someone like me?” The words come out, surprising me. It’s a thought I had for a while now.
Is Aurora trying to save me? That’s impossible. I live and breathe the lifestyle I chose, having one foot in the legal world and the other firmly planted in the criminal world.
“The things I’ve done to her . . .”
“Love, my dear, is the world’s panacea. Do better by her.”
The words stick in my throat as I swallow the rest of the coffee and drive to the bank.
I submerge myself in work for the rest of the day, checking the new safe system. Inside, gold is stacked in the center from floor to ceiling. After having back-to-back meetings, I finally leave for the day.
At the compound, Cameron and Cato greet me.
“Shouldn’t you be more relaxed after the honeymoon?”
“Yes, I was, until I came back to you two.”
They chuckle, but Cato’s smile is more forced.
“I see you’re still alive.”
“Fuck off.”
My phone pings and it’s a selfie of Aurora in the garden. I zoom in on the pic, mesmerized, and type:You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.
“The king has fallen.”
I shoot them a warning glance while they clink glasses, enjoying my rapture, my perdition.
“What kind of friends are you? Shouldn’t you at least be happy for me?”
Cato sinks back in the seat, crossing his arms, arching a brow in disbelief.
“Har har. My wife conspires against me every waking moment. She’s either planning her escape or how to kill me and get away with it. I’m in survival mode twenty-four-seven. I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re happy. At least if you were miserable, we could have been on the same page. Actually, why the fuck is he happy?” he turns and asks Cameron.
Both I and Cam stare at him in disbelief. I don’t think I’ve heard him talk this much, ever. Cato’s more of a doer than a talker, as if words are there to inconvenience him from getting work done quicker.
“I need something stronger,” he says, taking a swig straight from the bottle.
“Chiara’s a woman, and the last time I checked, the ladies flock to you as if you were a newly discovered popstar.”
His mouth twitches and he rakes a hand through his hair. “Not this woman.”
“Then you’ve lost your touch,” Cameron says with a disinterested shrug.
“I didn’t lose anything.”
“Then prove us wrong, instead of sulking.”
“We’ll see how well you do when your time comes.”
“She’ll stand no chance. I know how to work my magic with the ladies.”
“This idiot has no idea. I can’t wait,” I say to no one in particular.
