Hell, I want to raise her father from the dead and kill him again for my pleasure because what that man subjected his daughters to for so long leaves me feral.
But I have one revenge in mind, and it’s a woman.
For her, I will push aside my hatred of harming women because I don’t class her as one.
She is an evil monster who has fabricated this entire shit show and when Sarah Goldsworthy told me of her involvement, I knew at once who she was referring to. Morgan Sorcusi is the daughter of Vittorio Sorcusi, the vilest mafia boss I have ever heard of.
Vile because he takes innocence and molds it into evil to get what he wants. He is a vulture preying on the weak, and it appears he loves to bring about the downfall of powerful men just for fun.
His daughter appears to be his clone, and I am in no doubt at all that The Diamond Dynasty was always her pet project.
“Why do you think Morgan spared my mom?”
Alice asks the million-dollar question, and I don’t have a ready answer for her.
“It could be due to many reasons, and I’ll ask Jack to look into it.”
“She left a loose thread that could unravel her web.”
Alice makes a good point.
“Or she is merely using it to lead us deeper into it.”
I remind her of how women like Morgan operate, and Alice sighs.
“Let’s not think about her. I want to meet Rose with a smile rather than a frown.”
She pulls back and smiles. “I can’t wait to see her.”
“I know, angel”
I stroke her head and then with a sigh, she shifts off my lap, reaching for the box of tissues that sits in the door cubbyhole.
“Here, this will do, but I want a repeat performance on the plane.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
My wicked grin causes her to giggle, and her gaze softens as she whispers, “I meant what I said, just don’t ask me to regret it.”
Her suggestive wink causes my heart to ripple, and I wonder if I will ever have the courage to say the same three words. She deserves them for sure, but for now, I’ll keep them hidden inside until I deserve to speak them out loud.
CHAPTER 40
ALICE
How far I’ve fallen in such a short space of time? At the beginning of my journey, I was offered an ultimatum. A year of freedom, and then a choice. I’ve already made mine, and I’m wearing his ring, and have zero regrets about that.
I fuck Simeon halfway to Washington.
It’s as if I can never get enough of him. He is all I want every second of the day, and if I’m not pregnant now, it will be a miracle because we tried every angle, every position, and some I didn’t even know were legal.
My thoughts keep returning to the room beneath his apartment. The sex room, for want of a better word. Is it wicked to be intrigued by what happens in there?
I daren’t even mention it because I can’t form the words. When we observed the other couples below the galleried landing, I couldn’t stop the wet heat that leaked into my panties. I’ve been corrupted and I don’t know what to do about that.
I should find a confessional and throw myself on God’s mercy because surely this isn’t normal—for anyone, least of all a would-be nun.
However, I’m kidding myself. I never was a would-be nun. It was just a safe place to hide and figure things out. To make sense of what happened to me, and I’m still not sure if I’ve done that.
