Page 84 of Humility

“Maybe I should go for the night. It’s been a long day. Oh, look at the time,” I said and didn’t get a single step toward the door before she was up off the couch.

“Don’t you dare try to disappear. How many Enzo?”

Of all the questions I thought she would ask, this was not it. Why hadn’t Angelo talked about this with her? Would praying to be swallowed by the sea help? Fuck I wish it would, but I didn’t have that kind of luck.

Sighing, I sucked in a deep breath and met her angry stare. “Sixty-four. There are four cameras per room and over twenty outside.”

“What kind of sick…you rent the house like that? What are you hoping to catch on film? Bunch of perverts.”

“No, no, it’s not like that. I only installed them after you arrived.”

There were moments in life that most people wished they could go back in time. Generally, I didn’t care about anything that happened and was here for the magical ride and whatever happened next. But this was one of those times. I stepped back as her mouth fell open.

“After I moved in?” I nodded. “Every room? Like every room?”

I was a dead man. “Um…yes.”

“And you installed them?”

I couldn’t hate myself more. “Yes.”

“Let me guess. You were busy installing cameras and being a creepy stalker while also taking me shopping and to meals while I was at The Glass Slipper?” Her hands balled into fists, and I glanced at the door, my only escape other than jumping out the window. The window seemed safer despite the long fall to either my death or broken bones.

“Would it help if I said I never watched you shower and it was a direct order?”

“Ah!” Jasmine yelled and grabbed the bottle of wine.

“Oh shit.” I ducked as the bottle flew past my head and crashed into the far wall. I prepared for another attack, but the door to the room flung open with a bang.

Jumping up, I followed her at a safe distance as she marched along the hallway.

“What’s going on,” Dario asked, gun drawn as he reached the top floor. “I heard a scream.”

“I’m going to kill Angelo,” Jasmine said as she jogged down the stairs.

“Oh, is that all? Okay.” Dario put his gun away, and I shook my head.

He fell into step beside me, but he seemed a lot less worried than I was. I didn’t give a fuck if Angelo was pissed that I said something. There I was like an idiot asking for forgiveness while telling her we’d all been watching her on camera for days on top of everything else.

There were very special seats in hell reserved for assholes like us.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

JASMINE

Compared to everything else Angelo had done, this was low on the list of issues, but it was like a burr under my ass. He’d been watching me like some crazy stalker since almost the moment I arrived. On the other hand, who knew what would’ve happened with those two men if he hadn’t been watching? Never mind, that was beside the point.

“He’s that way,” Dario said, his mouth turned up in a lopsided smile as he pointed the way.

“I wouldn’t look so smug. You knew about the cameras, too,” I said, marching past.

Angelo’s voice came from the room at the end of the hall, the door partially closed. I didn’t care and pushed the door open with a bang as loud as a gun going off. Angelo looked up from the stack of paperwork on his desk, but I didn’t veer toward him. I marched for the wall of monitors set up in the corner.

Enzo wasn’t kidding. There were multiple views of each room, including my bathroom and bedroom.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I need to call you back,” Angelo said, rising from his desk.