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Harvey’s grin is almost sly as he pushes away from the wall and claps Dominic on the shoulder. Dom has stiffened beside me, his features carved from stone, his emerald eyes violent and swirling with rage.
“Father.”
“I wondered where you two disappeared to,” Harvey says, ignoring the danger that has woven itself into Dominic’s normally unruffled tone. The older man flashes me a leer before focusing once more on his son. “I hope you were smart and used protection. Don’t want any unwanted heirs running about just yet.”
My heart sinks like a heavy boulder in my chest, crashing against the hollow remains of my stomach. I have to place my hand over my belly to quell the nausea that threatens to rise.
What Dom and I just did was beautiful and magical and perfect. Yet I feel disgusting, as if someone dumped a bucket of sludge on my head and now the tar-like liquid is sticking to my skin.
“Did you need something?” Dom asks curtly, his hand an iron vise around my own. “Because we were just about to leave?—”
“Actually, the three of us—” Harvey gestures to himself, then Dom, then me— “have plans.”
“We don’t—” Dom begins, but Harvey cuts him off.
“Meet me at the car in five minutes.” His stare abruptly turns cold and foreboding, slicing at my skin like the sharp edge of a dangling icicle. “Do not leave me waiting.”
With that, he shoves his hands into his pockets and leisurely strolls away, whistling.
What the hell is Harvey playing at?
And why do I have the distinct impression that this is a game he’s rigged to win?
20
BECKETT
Iswear to all that is holy, if I have to listen to Zane sing a warped and demented version of “drivers license” by Olivia Rodrigo one more time, I’ll stab the man. There’s only so many ways he can describe murdering someone with a car while keeping to the tune of the song.
So far, we have a hit-and-run, a drive-by shooting, a random accident, and a missed stop sign.
When he reaches the bridge for the sixth fucking time, I lose my shit and finally glance up from my sketch pad. “Will you shut the fuck up?”
Zane, who’s sitting in the driver’s seat of the car, barely spares me a glance as he begins to sing even louder, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
“I STILL FUCKING HATE YOU!” he sings, butchering the lyrics the way only he can.
“Bloody fuck face,” I hiss under my breath as I return to my drawing.
This new design is unlike anything I’ve ever created before. I’m already itching to get my hands on fabric to complete this creation.
The bodice of the dress is an intricate webwork of beads and gems, with a nearly translucent slip underneath it. The neckline dips in a deep, stunning V that will show a considerable amount of cleavage. The skirt is full and voluminous, with golden accents running the length like luminescent veins. It’s a subtle bit of color to the otherwise white creation.
White.
A wedding dress.
And I’ll be the first to admit that the model I’ve drawn looks suspiciously like Ellie—her hair piled high on her head in an elegant updo, her lips a shade of ruby red, and her cheeks naturally flushed.
My cock blinks open one sleepy eyelid and then jerks upright, now fully awake and conscious. Fucking hell.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize Zane has stopped singing until he leans toward me, attempting to peer over my shoulder.
“Whatcha working on?” He asks in a cutesy voice, but I quickly snap my book closed before he can see the drawing.
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t be like that, Becky.” He playfully grabs at a strand of my hair and gives it a tug. “We fucked the same girl together. I saw your dick. We’re practically lovers as well.” He flutters his eyelashes obnoxiously at me.
