“What if we tell Lucien that she’s here, alive—”
“You fucking crazy?” I spit out.
It took too much work to keep her alive until today, so I’m not letting all that work go to waste.
“Let me finish,” Adrien continues as I hold back another swear. “We tell him that we are interrogating her, that we need to find out how she got the information, to give us names perhaps,” he explains, his idea actually making a little bit of sense.
“That way, we get some more time to figure out what to do with her.” He proudly spreads his hands like he just came up with the plan of the century.
“Or,” he pauses and gives me the—I just got a brilliant idea—look. “We can just kill her.”
He smiles and puts his hands behind his head to rest.
I’m surprised he doesn’t have burned holes in his face from my stare.
“Just kidding. I like her.” He shrugs. “But she’s a handful, she threw a vase on me. It's gonna be fun.” He gives me a huge smile.
Where the fuck is he getting his optimistic energy from?
“How many guards did you put at her door?” I let out an exhausted breath.
“None needed. I was there.”
I give the fucker another deadly stare.
I unlock my phone under the table and open the security app, tapping on the cameras in her wing, resting my head on my wrist as I curiously study her through the cameras.
She’s walking around the suite, opening every drawer possible. She takes a chair, moves it to the French window, stepping up on the chair to reach the window handle.
That’s not gonna open, baby. Too bad.
She steps off the chair, spreads her hands, and kicks it with such force she falls to the ground, grabbing her thumb. I can’t hold it and burst into silent laughter, covering my mouth with my fingers.
God, she’s still so fucking adorable.
Even here. Even like this.
She always had a short temper, but when she’s mad, she looks like a golden retriever who’s trying to be scary.
I like having her trapped like this. She was the one thing in this city that wasn’t under my control, making me nervous all the time and forcing me to follow her every now and then, given her stupid articles.
But now, with her at my manor, under my control, I feel quite a relief. Beside the fact that Lucien is going to kill me and all my people, for keeping her alive.
No, he wouldn’t. I bring too much money to the organization and he loves the fact that I’m under his control, like his little playtoy.
But there’s too much at stake. I need to come up with a plan that isn’t going to kill the only people that I still care about.
Sudden voices and chatting coming from the lobby forces me to close my little entertainment on my phone and tuck it in my pocket.
“The fugly twins are here,” Adrien announces as he takes out his gun and checks the magazine. I do the same. We slowly get up, tuck the guns behind our belts and head toward the lobby. They should just collect the money for Lucien and leave, but one never knows with his people.
He’s a monster.
He’s the real monster.
?
Adrien opens the bag and takes out a couple of packages with cash.
