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“I read his. I know what you mean. But trust me, I didn’t fucking know what was going on between them. Not until she was dead.”
“I still fucking hate you,” he says.
He looks at me like he wants to pull his gun and shoot me. I stare him down.
We spend a long while, locked in some silent battle of wills staring contest, and then he says, “I’m setting the thing with you and Lili so far aside, I’m not thinking about it.”
“You do you, Jac.”
He nods. “My sister and your cunt of a father were fucking.” He frowns, and I try to keep the pain from his words showing. It’s old pain. It doesn’t hurt like it did. Not anymore. She’s long dead. “That doesn’t mean anything. The bastard still killed her.”
“And you killed him,” I say. “As far as I’m concerned, no one else needs to die.”
He points. “You didn’t want me to kill him.”
“I wanted him to suffer, not get an easy way out, Jac. The man didn’t deserve to live. But he deserved to go very slow and very painfully.”
“What about my father?”
I don’t answer. I didn’t kill his father, but no one’s ever going to believe me. Before I can say a word, Jac shakes his head and starts to pace. I get to my feet.
“Jac?”
He stops, faces me. “This doesn’t mean I like you or that anything changes just—”
The door opens and whatever he was going to say vanishes. My heart squeezes tight.
Magdalena.
TWENTY-SEVEN
MAGDALENA
“I’m so sorry to interrupt whatever you two were doing, but I’m guessing it wasn’t some exciting foray into the homoerotic arts.”
They both turn, stare at me.
Hendrick is cool, controlled. He eyes me with an eyebrow raised and the slightest hint of dark amusement under his mask.
Jac is different. There’s not a cool hint about him. He’s simmering, all in my face with an expression so filled with anger and disgust, that my muscles tighten.
It’s too much. In the same room with both of them. I can still taste the glory of Hendrick’s kisses. His cock, and the sublime, delicious ride I stupidly took myself on in the early hours. I want him again.
And oh, God. I want Jac, too. Desperately. Hotly, Savagely. Often.
Together.
I want them both at the same time. With them in the same space with me, my imagination runs wild.
It wouldn’t work. How could it? They hate each other, and even if this, right here, is some divine intervention, there’s no way I could get them both naked, touching me.
My persona is untouchable Invisible Cat. Impossibly together MG Rossi.
Not even a hint of the storms clashing and rising inside me.
I even offer a smile as I step in further.
Of course, there’s no such thing as divine intervention. I followed Jac here. I’ve no idea why he’s here. I don’t know the ins and outs of Quinate business or even their business.
