“Shut up, Taylor,” Rhett snapped, putting his food away and turning in his seat to watch. “Keep going, babe. Can you ride him like that?”
“Yes…” Jace urged, holding the fabric of my panties aside to allow me to line him up. Yep, that’d work. I shifted my weight onto my knees, sinking down onto his thick length as I whimpered and moaned at how fucking good it felt.
The car jerked ever so slightly, and Grayson cursed. “Angelo, you better cover her mouth, or I’ll crash this car before we make it home.”
I laughed, and Angelo smirked, but he shifted over to the middle seat and did what he was told. Yeah, my guys might get jealous, but they weredefinitelyhandling that emotion well. So far.
twenty-eight
BILLIE
Unsurprisingly, little Emily’s photos with us at Hole-y Crunch hit the internet before the sun went down. By morning, they were on every gossip site, and even a few that pretended to benewssites. But what was surprising was the tone of the articles, which largely quoted from Emily’s TikTok and Instagram posts.
In them, she hadn’t played to the common narrative of Billie Bellerose the homewrecking whore. Instead, she’d gushed over howniceI had been and how all the haters needed a reality check because Rhett Silver looked happier than he’d ever been.
I hadn’t expected my staunchest supporter to be a thirteen-year-old fangirl. But it was nice to show Jace and prove thatnot everyonewanted to hurt us.
“Good morning, Bellerose!” Vee sang out, letting herself in the front door well into the afternoon. “I have good news for you all!”
Giana followed, then made a gagging sound and pinched her nose. “Oh man, you need to open some windows. It reeks of semen in here. Fuck, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with that in my sex life.”
The boys exchanged grins that told me they were more than happy with our current sex life, semen-fucking-splattered walls and all. Not that there was literal semen, but clearly this place was turning into a bit of a sex-den, despite Grayson’s twice a week housekeeper—the only staff he trusted to service this place with everything happening.
“It’s afternoon, you weirdo,” Angelo said as he dropped his phone from where he’d been sending multiple messages to the few trusted contacts he still had in the mafia world. Angel had been quiet since our meeting with his father, quiet in a contemplative way, and I had a feeling he was all in on Rhett’s idea to get Giovanni and everyone else involved locked away for a very long time. He exhibited a new level of motivation I hadn’t witnessed before today.
“We finally have a plan underway and working exactly as hoped,” Vee continued, dropping on the couch and grabbing chips from a bowl on the coffee table. She delicately ate one before continuing. “What are you all up to tonight? Fancy a party?”
I sat a little straighter when I realized that she was here to enact part two of the plan she’d started with Tom. Over lunch that day, she’d explained a little of what she wanted to do, but I didn’t know the finer details. Vee thought it was safer to keep those under wraps until the very last second.
“Heading out in public when we’re dealing with so much publicity sounds like a recipe for disaster,” Jace said drily, his expression neutral. “What sort of party are we talking about, here?”
Vee’s smile grew, and Giana just shook her head as she sat next to her girlfriend. “Now you’ve done it,” she said, “went and gotten her all excited about her—”
“Murder party,” Vee said gleefully, interrupting Giana, who shook her head again. “We’re hosting a real-fucking-life murder party. It’s going to be wonderful.”
Everyone went silent, until low laughter emerged from Angelo. “You have our interests, Vee. Why don’t you give us a little more detail.”
She wiggled in excitement and ate another chip before continuing, “Tom the fucker is working for me, rounding up members of some important mafia families and getting them all in one spot: an extravagant yacht that will be the scene for our murder party. Oh fuck, it’s going to be so much fun.”
Vee was a loveable psychopath, and I’d never been so grateful that she was on our side.
“My father?” Angelo snapped, leaning forward, laughter completely gone.
Vee sobered a touch. “No, sorry, love. Giovanni is the big dog, and he’s super paranoid at the moment—not to mention, the entire premise of this party is meeting to discuss how to knock Giovanni off the top spot so that an Altissimo can take his place. Tom has been my fathers facilitator on that from the start, and now he’s going to facilitate their last fucking moments.”
“You can’t trust Tom,” Rhett said softly. “He betrayed Florence, and I still believe he was the reason she was murdered. That whole claim on her inheritance? Shady shit.”
Vee’s expression softened, and she shuffled forward on her seat so she could reach out and take Rhett’s hand and give it a brief squeeze. “I don’t trust Tom. Not even a tiny bit. But I do know the exact sort of person I’m dealing with, and he’s what I need to get what I want. Once that’s over, we can dispose of Tom however you see fit.”
“He deserves nothing less,” Grayson rumbled, sounding scary.
“What do you want us to do?” Angelo asked, his expression neutral once more now that he knew this wasn’t a Giovanni takedown. That was still to come, probably in a lessmurder partykind of way.
“You don’t have to do anything but be there. I just think we should all be together for this ending,” Vee said, her smile returning. “All the pieces of our plans are finally coming together and I know this will give you all some closure about Florence’s death. We’ve been through bombs, shootings, betrayal, loss, and so fucking much more. And we’re still standing, together. This is how the full circle should go.”
No one argued, and she slapped her leg in excitement, standing as she did. “Fuck yes! That’s settled then.” Leaning over, she scribbled something on one of the many pieces of blank sheet music that littered every table in this house. “We’ll meet you at this address at 6:00 P.M. sharp. Don’t be late. You won’t want to miss out on the show.”
Murder and a show, we were lucky. Or was murdertheshow? Vee had me all kinds of confused about how this was playing out.
