I shrugged.
“That only matters if he survives long enough to make it to Marcel’s funeral.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
“You’re insane.”
“No,” I said calmly. “I’m prepared.”
She exhaled slowly.
“And what do you want with me?”
I moved closer, voice softer.
“I want you loyal to me this time.”
She smirked.
“Why would I be loyal to you?”
“Because I chose you first.”
She hated me.
She wanted me.
Those two things always lived in the same room with Bianca.
I kissed her.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Possession, not romance.
Her fingers gripped my shirt anyway.
Good.
Let her forget who she’s really thinking about.
Let her pretend this is about me.
Later, after everything burned down, she’d realize she was only ever part of the plan.
$$$$$
Hours later, Bianca slept curled against my pillows, skin warm, breathing even, after I fucked her brains out.
I got up quietly.
Her phone sat on the desk.
Connected to my network.
I opened her email.
