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I turn my head to my second computer monitor, which is currently off, and stare at my reflection on the black surface.
This is why you’re single.
My phone buzzes.
Big Guy: I deeply regret not texting you yesterday. Clearly, you’re the cure for changing a normal day into a good day.
How many times can a person swoon in one text conversation?
Me: If you message me again tomorrow, I’ll do my best to make your normal day good.
Send.
Wow, that sounded stupid.
I set the phone down and sit on my hands.
He knows what I mean. I don’t need to clarify.
Big Guy: I’m going to hold you to that. Until tomorrow, Angel.
I pick my phone back up and stare at the screen, wondering if it would be strange to kiss it.
Yes, it would.
Me: Bye, Dom.
Send.
* * *
24 hourslater
Big Guy: Evening, Angel. Did you use your backpack today?
Me: I did not. But it’s sitting in the middle of my living room, so I saw it.
Big Guy: Close enough. I have to jump on a call but wanted some Valentine goodness first.
Me: Goodnight, Mr. Workaholic. I’m already in my pajamas.
Big Guy: Goodnight, sleepy girl.
* * *
My half brother’schef clears away the dinner plates, and no matter how many times I eat here, it’s still a little strange to be waited on like we’re in a restaurant.
Brother.I’m trying to remember to just call King and Aspen my brother and sister and drop the half, even if I’m only saying it in my head. I don’t want to have that divide between us forever.
King’s housekeeper steps into the room, helping the chef with the dishes, and I’m reminded that nothing is ever normal around here—in this giant mansion with guard dogs, a manned gate, and round-the-clock armed security. But since King is some sort of mafia person, I suppose normal is relative.
Is The Alliance mafia?
I honestly don’t know the difference betweenthe mafiaand regular organized crime. If there even is a difference. And it’s not like I can just google it. Well, I could. But I know enough about the wholeAlliance thingto know that King has some major computer skills. And I don’t really want to be detained by his men for googling “what is the mafia.”
It doesn’t really matter anyway. Except for the driver that King makes me use,for my own safety, I’m not involved. I doubt the Vass siblings would have told me about it if they could have gotten away with it. And I don’t really know what, if anything, Aspen does for The Alliance, but I know she knows more than me.
Either way, giving me a bodyguard is probably a sign that they actually like me and it hasn’t just been some act. If they didn’t care about me, they wouldn’t mind if I got abducted by some enemy.
