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She hadn’t wanted to leave me — she’d been taken from me.
It all makes sense. This is why, deep down, I knew I had to talk to Mickey. I knew something wasn’t right.
Finally, I flushed the toilet then marched to the sink. After splashing water on my face, I stared at myself in the mirror.
And for the first time, I thought I could see my mother staring back.
I am not letting you die in vain,I vowed.I will burn the Michaelson family to the ground.
Once I’d composed myself, I threw a couple of mints in my mouth and walked back outside. Daniel immediately popped up. His anxiety was evident in the way he kept raking his hand through his hair and asking questions.
“You sure you don’t need to see a doctor?” he asked again as we exited the hospital into the biting cold of a November day promising more snow. “We’re in the right place.”
“I’m fine,” I said. “Sometimes, my stomach acts up. It’s usually a monthly thin — if you catch my drift.”
“Ah,” Daniel said and frowned a little. “Well, did everything go okay with Mickey?”
Fear wrapped tendrils around me. Had Daniel overheard our conversation? I studied him out of the corner of my eye as I started to shake my head then stopped. Something my motherhad said once, wryly, about how the best lies were wrapped up in truth came to me.
“It was pretty shocking,” I said and turned to face Daniel. “I feel like it’s all my fault. I made some fucked up choices and…” I rubbed my cheek. “My mom was a cop. Mickey knew her. It just brought up a lot of stuff.”
Daniel gave an uncertain nod but there was a frostiness in his eyes that said he wasn’t quite buying my story.
“Look, I appreciate you letting me go in there and everything, but…” I hugged myself. “I need some time before we go back. I have to talk to Sara.”
Even though part of me yearned to rush straight back into Ty’s arms and let him convince me that Mickey was wrong, that he had to be lying, I knew I was kidding myself.
Like my father, I always wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“You can drop me off there, okay?” I couldn’t hide the wobble in my lip and Daniel’s face softened. “Please?”
“Alright,” Daniel said. “But Ty’s in the city. When you’re done, text him and he’ll bring you home, okay?”
“Okay,” I said as we walked to the car.
In my mind, I was already preparing for meeting Ty’s enemy — and knowing that once I did, there’d be no turning back.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Hendrix
In my office building downtown, all of my people wore nothing but designer threads, acting as haughty and clever as every goddamn blueblood running this city. They knew who held the power and I instructed them to be polite to our imminent guest, no matter what the kid was wearing — maybe even act a little sorry for her, maybe a little horrified.
After all, wasn’t Lia Goldin fucking the monster who murdered her mommy?
Bertie and I got into the office and arranged ourselves, with Bertie seated in a chair by the window, myself behind the desk. A secretary buzzed to let me know that a certainLia Goldinhad arrived and then there was a knock on the door as she let the young woman in.
Fuck me.I gazed at the luscious blonde walking into the office, heavy waves of hair falling around her pert face and hazel eyes snapping with fire despite the deep shadows cutting beneath them. More than that, I could see the resemblance to Marina Fioreno, who had always been the most gorgeous cop — and biggest pain in the ass — in Boston.
Lia Goldin wasn’t wearing thrifted clothes either but high-end duds. A nice pair of black pants hugged her shapely legs, tucked into knee-high winter boots, and a pretty blouse tied in a bow at her neck underneath a long, cream-colored coat.
This wasn’t the scrappy, artsy college kid I’d been expecting. She looked as poised as a young CEO. What the fuck had Michaelson done to her out there in the country?
At least now I could see why Michaelson had his balls in a twist over this broad. Any man would want those long legs wrapped around him, to work that supple and young body, turn that pale skin pink and watch her pouty mouth slurp at his cock.
Well, well.I took her in even as I made myself give her a gentle smile.I think I’ve found a pretty new fuck-toy once I win.My fists pressed into my thighs and I wondered if I should even bother with all this subterfuge. I could take her now, have Bertie record me fucking her right here on this desk and send it to Michaelson.
I took a deep breath. No, not yet. I had to keep a cool head if I would fuck over Michaelson and get the reins to the Hendrix family. Besides, I wanted that fucker to rot in the same federalprison as his uncle, to be trapped and going out of his mind. I wanted him stuck with the Reaper, not knowing what happened to his cousins but aware that I had Lia — and that she thought Michaelson had been the one to kill her mother.
