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“No,” she said.
“Good.” I grabbed him, and he tried to buck away, but he was unsuccessful. The building was all ours, fortunately.
And so was the alleyway behind it.
He stumbled out the back door when I shoved him. One of my men, Cory, was at my side in a second, handing me his gun.
I put two bullets in the back of his head before he could run very far down the alley.
Cory regarded the dead body skeptically.
“You can clean up,” I said.
“You want us to keep anyone from approaching her next time?” Cory asked.
“No. I trust her.” I preferred to have Dom watching over her, but if he wasn’t available, I didn’t need my men to do anything but keep her from being kidnapped or hurt when I couldn’t be by her side. Otherwise, I just needed to let Selena be Selena.
I told Cory to give me his cell phone, and opened an app to use a fake number to call Clarissa. She sounded suspicious when she answered, but once she recognized my voice, she lit up. I made plans to meet with her before I handed the phone back to Cory.
I kept his gun, which meant I would have to be extra careful with Selena. She’d been quick to look out for me with Lolly, but I still thought there was the distinct possibility she’d blow my brains out if she thought she could and still protect her Belladonnas.
Selena was waiting in the lobby. She looked impatient, tapping one stiletto against the marble floor.
“I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I?” I asked, slinging my arm around her shoulders. “That means you’re going to have to help me with a rather unpleasant errand.”
As we were driving, Selena was quiet.
“What is it?” I demanded.
“Did you kill that guy because he insulted you by coming on to me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“No other reason?”
“No,” I lied, because I’d felt a hot pulse of rage watching someone lay a hand on Selena’s body.
She could take care of herself.
But she didn’t need to, when she was mine.
Pretendingto be mine, that was.
“Good,” she said, and that lone word was as weighted when she said it as it was when I did.
We drove past Clarissa’s house—a six thousand square foot sprawling mansion where I didn’t dare meet her because there were, most likely, half-a-dozen teenagers living on the premises who would be witnesses—to the park she favored. She lived in a pristine, expensive neighborhood where no one noticed the misery next door.
“If you could stay out of sight,” I told Selena, who rolled her eyes as I got out of the car.
“This car is too expensive to risk getting DNA in the trunk,” she told me, before sinking down out of sight.
Clarissa was already waiting by the lake, looking out at the tranquil water. It rippled in the wake of two swans who glided by.
“I do love Selena,” I told her quietly, and she jumped, not having seen me come up beside her.
She pressed her hand to her chest. “You surprised me, Aiden.”
“It’s a knack of mine.”
