Rose locks eyes with me, and I recognize the determined gleam in her eye.
“Tell us what we must do.”
“Anything.” I add because, decision or not, Tiffany is the end to a lifetime of nightmares, and we need her more than anyone to bring our stepmother down, and it will be our pleasure as payback for wrecking all of our lives.
CHAPTER 43
SIMEON
It was a hard visit but a worthwhile one, and as we bid our farewells after spending two days in Washington, I’m concerned that Alice won’t be strong enough.
She always appears so fragile, so vulnerable, and I expect that’s what causes the protective beast inside me to sharpen his claws.
“I’m missing her already.”
Her sad smile spears my heart as the jet takes off for the short flight home.
“You’ll see her again soon, I promise.”
I am gripping her hand and love the ring that chains her soul to mine. My wife.
I savor the word every fucking time and congratulate myself on a mission accomplished that worked out better than I ever thought possible.
“What happens next?”
A simple question that I can’t answer, so I fill in the gaps the best I can.
“We head home and wait for Joseph to play his hand. If he requires our help, we will act.”
“I can’t wait to meet your parents.”
Her innocent statement almost makes my eyes roll.
My mom, I’m happy about; they will get along just fine, but my father is a scary motherfucker who would terrify the shit out of her. She requires a harder exterior before meeting him, and I aim to prolong the encounter for as long as possible.
He will not have her best interests at heart, or mine, when facing the prospect of securing billions for the family. Mom is another matter entirely, and it may be best if Alice meets her first.
“I’ll arrange it.”
I state simply, wondering how long I’ll be able to brush off her request.
“There is something I want to do first, though.”
“What, baby?”
I’m expecting her to ask to go shopping, or some crazy chick shit like that, and she stuns me by whispering, “I want to experience the room at your club.”
I turn to her with a raised brow, and she giggles, her face flushing as she nods. “I can’t stop thinking about it, Simeon. What happens in there, how it would feel, and would it change anything inside me?”
“You want to visit my sex room off the gallery?”
“Of course.”
“Why, of course?”
“Because it’s a part of you I know nothing about. You have been with other women there, and I hate knowing that. I want your memories as well as your heart, so I must replace them with ones of me.”
I say nothing, and my gaze darkens, causing an anxious expression to fall on her face.
