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I go in for the kill.
“Thing is, I don’t think those are the fake ones mentioned. You had them made, didn’t you?” I look at Hendrick.
He shrugs. “Sue me. I don’t trust the asshole who’s got his hands on you.”
“One hand,” says Jac.
I make myself step away and ignore the smirk from Hendrick. Why are these two assholes so beautiful and so infuriating?
“It mentions a fake necklace so good it takes an expert to recognize them.”
“You know, Cat. I’m not that fucking stupid to fall for this shit. I’m not taking you to the necklace, and I’m not giving it to the museum. And roles reversed, Jac would say the same.”
“True.”
“Then,” I say, stepping up to Hendrick, “show me them. Let me see the real Heart of Dark Desires.”
And Hendrick leans in, touches my cheek, and says, “No.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
JAC
Hendrick’s right about her probably being up to something. He’s right to say no, but I don’t care. I don’t give a flying fuck. I want to see those jewels.
Touch them.
After so long, just touch and be near the piece that came from my mom, that would have gone to Lili on her twenty-fifth, if she’d lived. If it hadn’t gone missing.
MG shrugs. “Fair enough.”
“Hendrick,” I growl in annoyance.
“She’s fucking playing us, Jac,” he says to me, not even bothering to sugarcoat it. “Look, I’ll admit, I’m curious, but there’s no fucking way I’m letting her know where I keep it.”
“I’m playing you,” MG says, snapping the leather folder shut and giving a small little smile. “You’re right. I’m playing you so I can see them.”
“Nice try,” he says with a shake of his head, “but I’ve told you, you won’t be getting your pretty fucking hands on them.”
She sighs. “This is the only job I’ve failed at completing. It was bound to happen, but you know me enough to know I love jewels.”
That hurts.
I stare at her. “I gave you those fucking earrings, and you threw them at me.”
Hendrick looks interested. “I’ve never seen you wearing jewels.”
“That’s because I don’t.”
“I know,” I interject. “But these came from a very expensive place in New York. You know the place? Black Vetiver? I had them…”
“Oh fuck,” he says. “You had them made? Magdalena, those earrings cost a few million, and you threw them at him?” The fucker shakes his head and laughs. “Oh, man, you have a way with women, Jac.”
“I have a gun—”
“Stop.” MG looks at me. This is probably good because some very choice and crude words were about to be said. “How about this? Bring the Heart of Dark Desires to Ms. Esterhazy’s store. She’ll be able to confirm if it’s real.”
“Who?” I ask. “The chick I hired you through?”
