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But, and there’s a pretty fucking bigbuthere—the hypothetical woman in question knows in advance. Maybe notexactly who I’ll give her to, or what I’ll do, but she always agrees. If she wants some of me, that is.
So again, what the fuck am I if I just give MG to Carlos?
Some kind of one-woman sex trafficker?
Not to mention that the thought of sharing MG any more than I already am strikes a hot-blooded nerve in me. I don’t even want to be sharing her with Agnossio.
“Fuck me.”
I almost laugh, but there’s nothing funny about this. Nothing fucking funny about it at all.
I’m just pissed the fuck off. And, as I hate to admit it, worried. About her.
She tried to pull a slick move with the Heart of Dark Desires…what was it, eight or nine days ago? I’ve been looking for her ever since. The necklace that belongs to me. The fucking thing that should be Lili’s.
My sister’s gone so it’s mine. Not fucking Hendrick’s. Mine.
But MG…I fucking went up to her place and she was gone. Not out, but gone. Like she’d been about to run but disappeared in the middle of that. Cases were open, things half in them.
And MG? The fucking invisible Cat?
Gone.
Fucking gone.
The CCTV footage from across the way suggests she didn’t leave under her own steam. I’ve got the images of MG and a man with a hat pulled low.
I’m going to kill her. Not just for the slick move in robbing me of my necklace, but because something’s happened.
MG’s not running off like that. Her doing a runner I can see—makes me fucking beyond suspicious, but I can see it. Her running off with a man gripping her arm? Not so much.
Something fucking happened.
I’m looking, scouring, rattling cages and kicking up all kinds of dirt to see what emerges because… Shit. She’s making me feel…feel things that sit uncomfortable inside. Like there’s a vulnerable piece with a jagged edge I just noticed.
Fuck MG.
Fuck the asshole who was fucking Lili, one Hendrick Agnossio. And you know what? Fuck the goddamn moon while I’m still at it.
“Boss?”
“And fuck you, too, Carlos,” I say, snarling.
He doesn’t seem bothered as he says, “The car’s here, and last night, your mansion got a lot of attention. Actually, it’s been getting a lot of attention, today, too.”
“Unless it’s because that fuck, Hendrick, wants to finally give me the necklace, I don’t really care.” I pause. “I need the fucking Heart of Dark Desires.”
Hendrick’s not giving it to me. He’s not sending it to some museum, either. Right now, it should be locked in his safe.
Should being the slippery, operative word.
I’m not sure why I’m stuck on the word should, but I am.
“That’s all you care about, is it?” Carlos asks.
“I’m a deadly fucker, Carlos. Unstable. Remember that.”
“Always do.” He’s not paying attention. “I don’t fucking get it, boss. I still don’t have a thing. How can no one in Delacroix City not have a single drop of information.”
