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Aiden dumpedClarissa’s body on Xander, who was going to make sure her tattoos were covered with new ones, her face altered, and her appearance generally obscured. Xander did a lot of cursing about it before Aiden pointed out it was for my sake.
So, for the first night since I’d come to the house, I slept without Xander. Worse, Dominic and Aiden went off on separate missions the next day. Aiden had to deliver the now-unrecognizable body to Gavin, and I hated waiting by myself, pacing the house and hoping Gavin bought the story.
That night, Dominic sent the chef off once dinner was on the table so we could have the house to ourselves. Then we went to drag Xander from his room, but when Xander didn’t answer and Dominic let us in, we found him asleep on the bed.
He’d been busy on Gavin’s project and he’d been up all night fixing the body to take suspicion off me. But that wasn’t all he’d been up to. I stopped at his desk, stunned to find myself looking up from a dozen sketches. He’d drawn me obsessively.
Dominic looked down at me with an uncertain expression, clearly trying to gauge my reaction.
“I’m not going to think about how I feel about this right now,” I told him in a whisper. “Let him sleep.”
“Good,” Dominic said. “I get you to myself for dinner. Aiden shouldn’t get to spend all the time with you.”
He’d seemed offended by the thought I’d murdered someone and he’d missed it. Psychos.
But when we went downstairs, Aiden was just coming in, looking haggard.
We followed Aiden into the living room. Aiden went to the bar at the corner of the room and poured himself a drink. Dominic looked at him curiously as Aiden drained that one, then poured a round for all of us.
“What did Gavin want from you yesterday?” Dominic asked. He frowned at Aiden’s shoulder, which was still bleeding. “It doesn’t look like it went well.”
Aiden shrugged his good shoulder. “How did the bank visit go?”
“I won’t know until I get to a computer,” I reminded him, hoping he meant what he’d said earlier about us being a true team. I was increasingly reluctant to murder him in his sleep. “Your rules are driving me crazy, Aiden.”
His lips curled up on one side, and it looked as if he was coming back to life. “Show me you can be obedient, Selena, and I’ll consider it.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Do that again and see what happens,” he said, and there was no doubt there was a bright spark in his gaze now.
I crossed my arms. “I feel like you keep implying you’ll punish me, but what I hear implied is thatI’llhave to murder you in your sleep.”
“I promise you,” Aiden’s gaze were fixed on mine intensely in a way that made my nipples tight with need, “you’ll learn to love being punished.”
I considered rolling my eyes at that too, no matter what flickers of heat licked up my core, but there was a chocolate cake in the kitchen and I really wanted to eat my dessert in peace. “Did your father buy it?”
“So it seems.” Aiden said. “Now you just need to convince him when you meet him.”
“Where will that be?”
“He said he’d stop by the house. But you might meet him at the club, which…” Aiden shook his head. “I have my doubts you can be convincingly submissive to any degree.”
“Why do I have to be submissive? We can make up any story we want.”
Aiden scoffed. “My father does know my type.”
“Fine. I’ll need to beobedientwhen we go to this club. I can do anything for a job.” I promised as we took up seats around the kitchen table. I had some familiarity with BDSM, of course, but it wasn’t something I’d ever played with. As extensive as our Belladonna training was,thathad never come up.
“And everywhere else,” he said. “But the club would be a fine place to start.”
Before I could respond to that—and I had a lot of thoughts—he leaned back in the chair opposite mine. “Tell me about yesterday,” he said to Dominic and me.
We filled him in—on the bank, not the heated scenes between us—and then Dominic said, “That evidence that disappeared… I’d like to find it.”
“I’m sure it was destroyed,” I said bitterly. Whoever killed my parents had been well-connected.
“It’s likely,” Dominic agreed. “But we could break into Evidence. Maybe it was lost…or hidden.”
