“Oh yeah?” I look at Haidyn, and he narrows his eyes on me. “I thought so.” I never had my chance to get information from Charlotte about my girl, but it turns out I wouldn’t have gotten anything anyway. She never saw my wife. She had seen her identical twin there with LeAnne, and it was only that one time. LeAnne had to keep her from Charlotte because she didn’t want anyone to know that Eve or her twin existed. They were playing the long game and going to use her when needed.
“We take her for a walk at least once a day.” Charlotte beams. “Muffin loves it.” The cat meows in my wife’s hands as if agreeing.
“I hope you’re taking pictures,” I remind her, and Charlotte nods.
“I’d love to have a pet,” Eve says.
“Oh, really?” Haidyn arches a brow at me. “You should get a cat.” My smile drops. “They’re great.” He walks over and picks Muffin up from Eve’s arms. “She sleeps on my pillow every night.”
“Uh.” I scratch the side of my face, all of a sudden itchy and breaking out in hives just thinking about a hairy pussy sticking it’s littered-covered paws on my face while I sleep. “I don’t think?—”
“I think I would like a dog more,” Eve says, and I give Haidyn a big fuck-you smile. The fucker would totally get my wife a cat and call it payback for their daily walks in the woods.
“Whatever you want, angel,” I tell her.
“Maybe get one of each.” She gets to her feet, and Haidyn winks at me. Bastard.
“Did you get everything you wanted?” Eve asks, looking at me.
For a second I had forgotten about the phone call I got after I chopped her twin sister’s head off. I nod. The police are gone. They won’t be bothering my wife anymore.
“What are you doing with the body?”
“The guys are disposing of it,” I tell her. It’s on the way to the morgue to be cremated.
“The head?” she asks.
“Returning it.” Haidyn is the one who answers, and she frowns, not understanding.
“Ryat and Sin are going to drop it off on LeAnne’s doorstep.” Going to leave a little reminder that you can’t fuck with us. She knew Everett was an identical twin and decided to send her after Eve when we saved Haidyn and dragged Isabella to Carnage. That can’t… No. I won’t let that go unnoticed.
“Well, that’s?—”
“Necessary,” I interrupt my wife, and she sighs. This is something I won’t budge on.
My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket. “Hello?”
“They’re here,” Saint informs me.
I hang up, and my wife frowns, sensing my mood. “What’s wrong?”
“Tyson’s men just arrived.”
“Okay,” she says slowly and then looks from me to Haidyn. “Is that a bad thing?”
“They found Evan.”
Eve gets to her feet. “Where is he?”
“He’s here. They’re going to put him in the basement.” They called me while I was in the cemetery to let me know they were on their way with Evan.
Her green eyes drop to the floor, and I walk over to her. “You don’t need to see him.” I brush hair off her face, and she lifts her chin to meet my stare. “It’s up to you, angel. You can have your revenge if you want, or I can do it for you.”
“No.” She frowns and steps back. “I can do it.”
“Okay. It doesn’t have to be right now.” She still needs time to heal.
Picking up her cell off the bed, she types away on it, and I glance at Haidyn. He arches a brow, and I shrug, not sure what she’s doing. “Ordered,” she states, locking her screen. Her eyes meet mine. “Two days.”
