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I cursed under my breath. I needed a few more minutes with him. I knew, without a shadow of the doubt, that he wasn’t going to throw Arthur under the bus.
But my EPAs and driver already escorted me to the other side of the building with two detectives and four officers tailing behind us.
“What you did today is a very admirable thing, Senator Keaton. School shootings are a real issue these days, and I…” the principal started.
God, woman, just shut up.
“Any injuries?” I cut her words.
“Not so far,” one of the officers said as we made our way to my vehicle. “But you will be the talk of the town for the next couple of days. That was heroic.”
“Thank you.”
I hated compliments.
They made you lax and unguarded.
“Zion says you’ll need to make some media appearances today,” my EPA—the one who shielded me from the bullets—stared at his phone.
“Fine.”
I took out my phone and texted Arthur’s number in an instant. The first text message I had ever sent my future father-in-law.
Thank you for the invitation. My fiancée and I gladly accept.
Tucking the phone back into the breast pocket of my jacket, I smirked.
Arthur Rossi tried to kill me.
He was about to find out that he was a pussy, and I was a cat.
With nine lives.
Two down, seven to go.
The next few days were all about talking to the media, raising awareness about school shootings, and milking every second of the incident.
Nobody suspected it was an attempt to assassinate me.
The kid—an Italian school alumni and a Marine on vacation who got cold feet and forgot how to aim—was in custody now, and insisted that it was video games that made him do it.
The day of the engagement party, Nem and I were to meet downstairs at seven o’clock. I took a shower and got dressed at the office but made it home in a timely manner.
Leaving Francesca as prey for Arthur was no longer an option. Arthur was beginning to feel a lot like a loose cannon, and I didn’t want it anywhere near the smoothly operating machine called my life.
When I arrived on time, Francesca was waiting for me in a tight white gown that made my cock jump in a standing ovation.
God, she was beautiful.
And God, I was going to fuck her tonight. Even if I had to give her the foreplay she loved so much until my tongue fell off.
The woman was delicious and ripe. And mine.
And mine.
And mine.
If I repeated these words in my head enough times, I could make it true.
