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“I was with Tristan.”
“Yeah, but Tristan isn’t going to be much use to your safety from people who really mean you harm, is he? Especially not while he’s chasing after some rocker dick.”
I shrugged, even in her grip. “Yeah, well I made it through alive, didn’t I?”
It seemed my confession wasn’t quite enough. Her eyes stayed fixed on mine. “Have you been hurting yourself again?”
I pulled away from her. “What the hell does that matter?”
She followed me as I walked away. “It always matters to me how you’re treating yourself. If you won’t let yourself love yourself, then how are you ever supposed to be happy?”
“I should get therapy, right?”
She was more forceful than usual as she squeezed my arm again. “You should dosomething, Elaine. Talk tosomeone. Why won’t you please just let it be me? Please?”
Her eyes were pleading. Genuine. At odds with the fake surroundings.
“Please, Lainey,” she went on. “Please, will you just let it be me? I would never tell anyone…”
I believed her. So far in my life she hadn’t betrayed me to anyone. If only I’d have spilled my truths to her in the early days, maybe she’d have given me the strength to act on them. Maybe she’d have held me just as tightly as I’d held her. No point reflecting on that now.
I looked at her again. I looked at the way she was looking at me and knew I should do it. I knew I should speak to her, at least about some of it.
“You swear on it, Harriet. For real? Keep your damn mouth shut, no matter what?”
Little miss lovely showed her face again. She held her hand to her heart, like some Girl Guide promise. “I swear on it. Harriet Roosevelt’s honor.”
Seriously, I loved how she was still such an innocent little doll, even behind her super styled beauty highlights.
I waited until we were out of sight of the Regents Country Club building before I even dared to sit myself down on the grass. A double confession would be dangerous. Spilling my Lucian Morelli truths to Harriet as well as Tristan would only make them more real. My heart was thumping as I cleared my throat to talk, and it wasn’t just from the disgust at my own confession.
It was from the disgust at just how much I wanted it to happen all over again.
I wanted Lucian Morelli.
I wanted his touch, and his hurt, and his hate.
It was weird. Hardly believable, because I wanted something I hadn’t wanted since I was a little girl wishing on a fairy tale life ahead, with a noble prince on a noble steed charging into my world to claim me.
This wasn’t a noble prince on a noble steed, he was an evil beast, charging into my world to destroy me, but that didn’t seem to matter. Not to me.
I couldn’t want it. But I did. I wanted it with every little tingle in my veins.
I wanted Lucian Morelli to fall in love with me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lucian
Monday was usuallyone of my favorite days of the week. I was in my usual role, in my usual empire, lording it over every lowly person at my feet.
I loved the ruthlessness of corporate business, takeovers and pursuit of official worldwide presence, laying so powerfully over our underworld presence below. But I didn’t love it today. The thrill was lost to me, underneath that same damn itch for some other pleasure.
Jesus Christ, that damn itch could get the fuck away from me.
Trenton Alto had been pushing for a meeting, eager to catch up with me. I’d satisfied him with nothing more than a grunt of approval over the phone when he’d called.
I was in meetings all through the afternoon, playing the role of good little almost-CEO. Putting on a good face for the board as if any of this mattered. I was the one making our numbers skyrocket. And I would have my goddamn promotion, soon enough.
