“Because that’s how it works. He kidnapped Wen, didn’t like the results, so he won’t kidnap me.”
“Stupid as always,” Leo mutters.
I kick him.
He makes a fake shocked face. “Oh, does that mean he’ll kill you directly then?”
I glance toward Zoan’s darkened face, my eyes widening in realization. I narrow my gaze at Leo.
I rub Zoan’s arm softly. “He’s just provoking you. That man won’t do anything to me.”
I now understand why Daddy calls Leo a master manipulator. He has his own way of making people do what he wants, by hook or by crook. And right now, he wants that man dead. Who better for the job than Zoan?
Zoan places his warm hand over mine. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill him.”
I release a breath of relief. But this asshole brother of mine clearly has other plans.
“Just because Wen has a Stockholm-syndrome crush on him,” he says, raising a brow, “you can’t be so sure he won’t kill you.” He sighs, his tone almost pitying. “I know you girls are stupid, but that doesn’t change the fact that he wants revenge. And he wants to use you for it.”
I grit my teeth. “Don’t disrespect Wen’s love. And we are not stupid.”
He rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”
I hate this cocky behavior of his. I ignore him and look toward Zoan. His emotionless face gives nothing away, no hint of what he’s thinking. But now, it’s getting hard for me to believe that he’ll really let that man go. Something tells me Zoan silently agrees with everything Leo just said.
But he promised me he won’t kill him.
My inner voice screams inside my head, there are thousands of ways to hurt someone without killing them.
A chill runs down my spine when I look at Zoan again. He promised not to kill that man… but he never promised not to torture him.
We reach Pa’s house around noon. As we walk inside, the sound of chatter and laughter flows from the living room. We head there and greet everyone. I sit beside Wen.
She clears her throat, eyeing me with a knowing smile. “You’re glowing.”
My lips twitch. “I’ve always been a beauty, you know.”
She hums. “Now that beauty has enhanced. I guess getting fucked is really important.”
I chuckle with closed lips.
“What are you two whispering about, mouth to mouth?” Aunt asks with a teasing smile.
We both grin.
Aunt turns to me. “Avi, why didn’t you come here with Wen?”
“Zoan didn’t allow me, Aunt.” I bite my tongue to stop myself from grinning.
Everyone’s eyes shift to him.
“She’s been under too much stress lately,” Zoan says calmly. “I enrolled her for therapy in San Diego.”
My, my. This man is such a professional liar that even I find myself believing him. The way he speaks, with not even the faintest slip of emotion, it’s impossible to doubt him. And maybe I’m even more fucked up for feeling proud of my man’s talent.
Daddy speaks next. “Then you should have enrolled Wen too. She went through a traumatic experience.”
Wen chimes in quickly, “No, Uncle, I’m perfectly fine.”
