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I look at him, at MG. The other woman’s head’s down trying to look busy.
“She should put one of those gold arm bands on. Put the chip in that.” My words are met with silence.
Hendrick nods slowly. “So you weren’t just licking your heterosexual ego. You were paying attention.”
“To the fucking important parts.” I settle my gaze on MG, who’s watching me, amber eyes molten need and hidden emotion.
She wants both of us and doesn’t know what to do.
I almost laugh.
MG Rossi’s the coolest piece of female ass I’ve ever met. Nothing fazes her. Except what happened in Hendrick’s suite. And I’m trying to really work out why the fuck I’m stuck on this.
“They can’t hear us. She’s not about to blow up. But you left her burner at the hotel in case that’s wired for sound. So it stands to reason if we add some more tacky jewelry…” I give her a shit eating grin, “as more punishment, and have the chip put in that, then we have control.”
“To a point.” MG looks at the bandage on her arm.
The woman’s phone rings, and she answers. “Thank you.” She hangs up, looks at Hendrick. “Mr. Agnossio,” she says in that soft way women get with him. It’s fucking sickening. “That was my man who’s at the hotel. The burner’s clean and it’s too simple to have apps more complicated than an old school game on it. But, you know, keep it off until it’s needed. Triangulation and all that.”
We pull up, and I look out the window. It’s a midtown nondescript apartment building, but a man in a doorman’s outfit is waiting on the pavement as people move on the street, and the traffic is slow on the road. Not quite traffic jam, but heavy enough to keep things moving like molasses on a cool day.
“Barb,” he says, “Thomas will take care of you here for the next week. You’ll have an escort around town and to and from work. The Quinate thanks you for your extra services.”
Her cheeks blush red. “My pleasure.”
What is it about Hendrick? He’s a boring fuck.
But then my baby sister’s journal comes to mind and the things she wrote paint a different picture of Hendrick. One I saw in the hotel suite. I should be pissed the fuck off he shared Lili. Fucked her with other men, other women. But every word from Lili on those pages, written in pink and purple fountain pen ink, was that she fucking loved it, got off on it and instigated it.
Lili loved Hendrick.
Really loved him.
He made her happy.
And as much as I hate him, I think he was in love with her, too.
I think he’d have done anything for my sister.
Except that one thing I needed.
I needed him to save her. Protect her.
And he didn’t.
I didn’t, either.
His fucking father—
I stop.
My chest’s tight, and the fury and pain and hate are so big they threaten to block the air getting into my lungs, threaten to crush me down into nothing.
Someone killed my father, and while he now says he didn’t, I don’t know if I believe him.
If not him, then who?
The door slams shut, and we pull out into traffic, so I fucking push all that from my head. “Talk, MG. I’m getting bored, and I’m dangerous when bored.”
