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When I was fourteen, I childishly declared I’d never get over him.
Now?
That little kid was right.
Mercer’s in my blood. And it’s not going to end well.
He’ll break me, leave me, and never look back because he’s not actually mine.
I’ll move on.
But…
I know, even though I’ve tried to deny it for so long, that I’ll never get over this man.
Ever.
TWENTY-EIGHT
mercer
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
The words don’t make me feel any better. I know exactly what I am and what I did.
I got soft. Let her in. Let lust rule me and make me feel bad for her.
Oh, I don’t regret the poison that’s killing fucking Trenton with every minute that passes. That rapey piece of shit needs to die. I’m just happy he’s suffering his downfall while he’s still alive.
From what I hear, his life is falling apart and soon, it’ll be done. I just wish the end would be more painful than it will be. He deserves to suffer, the fucking bastard.
I have my best poisons in a drawer in my desk upstairs. It’s the only game of risk I play. No one will find them, and by some shred of a chance they do, they won’t know what they are. And if they can workthatout, then I’ll deserve what’s coming.
But I don’t bring many women here.
Except of course, for the one living with me at the moment.
I run a hand through my hair as I prep for the night. I haven’t fucked Ivy again, not since three nights ago.
Problem is, I want to.
Very much. Too much.
I finish dressing and check my email again. The invite I expected stares back at me. It’s to a more exclusive level, but not where I want to be with Broken Angel. If I play my cards right, this invite will lead me tothatplace. Henderson is cautious to a point, and since he poked his head out and approached me, that confirms Ivy’s on his radar.
Of course, she is. Jesus Christ, look at her.
My behavior tonight will secure my entry to Henderson’s deepest lair, otherwise known as the sex ball. Once a year, he hosts an exclusive party, and the date is approaching. With the latest invite, Pollyanna and I are guaranteed to get entry.
Still…
I frown. I’ve been so busy putting all this together. Henderson is usually in the shadows more than he’s been lately, but that’s not what’s bothering me.
Maybe because it almost seemed too easy to get this latest invite.
Or maybe it’s something else.
Henderson’s a rotten snake, but he’s not the only one with stink clinging to him. There are others invested in it, individuals who are the bones of running the little nasty underbelly empire.
