I had a feeling Coswell was going to end up with Zahirah. It was the way he looked at her. The two never could stay away from each other.
When Zah told me she was going to Vegas for that asshat’s game, I knew I had my shot. Those two were going to fall in together and I’d be able to take her.
I’ve been working my way in as her friend for years now. She’s never responded to my flirting, but I haven’t allowed that to deter me. All I needed was the right opportunity.
“I thought you liked her. This is really only about revenge?”
“Oh, I like her all right, that’s what’s going to make taking her from him so much sweeter. I bet she fucks like a slut. I can’t wait to destroy that fat ass.”
“Well, good luck. See you when you get back. Glad your trip was worth it,” he said.
I grinned and ended the call as I looked out at the sea. The trip had gone very well. It had been more than worth it.
I knew my grandmother would approve of Zahirah. It doesn’t hurt that I’ve wanted her for years. I’ve always shown Zah the sweet boy my grandmother believes me to be.
Not the bastard my father disowned and walked away from. I got lucky that I killed him before he could breathe a word of all the things I’d done to get expelled and disowned.
I lifted my glass of champagne into the air and gave a toast to my success. Patience gets you everything. I’d have Zah and my revenge.
“To the life I was always meant to have and my gorgeous fiancée. I’m going to be a dad,” I muttered to myself and grinned.
“Don’t worry about the money. I’ll come up with something. Just buy me a little more time,” I say to Hamilton as my thoughts come back to the present.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I never fail. You know this.”
“If you say so. I’m not helping you bury anymore bodies, so leave me out of any of that.”
“Remember, I have no problem collecting or disposing of the bodies all by myself,” I say and give him a grin.
I’m sure he has read between the lines when his face turns pale as a sheet. Now is not the time to overestimate one’s value. I shrug and turn to leave his apartment. I have a plan to save.
Zahirah
“Thank you,”Aaron sings as Bentley hands him his plate of nuggies and rice.
I can’t help smiling as Bentley palms Aaron’s little head between his hands and kisses the top. My son looks up at his father with a big smile on his face.
“Good manners, buddy. Nice job,” Bent praises.
“Nice job,” Aaron repeats.
He picks up his fork and begins to eat his rice. “Hot sauce, Dada. You forgot Aaron’s hot sauce.”
Bentley looks up at me. I shrug and get up to get the hot sauce for my baby. He won’t eat rice without it.
“Oh, he’s serious.”
“Yeah,” I snicker. “I put a little water in a bowl and mix it in before pouring it on his rice.”
“He, um, hangs with Eddy a lot?”
“Is that where he gets it from?”
“I think so. Your dad gave him hot sauce once when he was little and he had to have it on everything after that.”
“Oh my God, I totally forgot about that.”
