Page 49 of The Con Artist


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“Don’t you dare talk to your cousin that way!” Greta snapped as she stood up from the couch.

“My what?” He shot me a look and I gave him a smirk.

Walking over to Greta, I took hold of both her hands.

“Listen to me. You deserve so much better than him. You were in love with the fantasy, Greta. It was never really about Gabriel.”

“It wasn’t?”

“No, sweetie. No matter how poorly he treated you, you just wanted to hold on to that fantasy. You deserve someone who makes you a priority in their life. Someone who is capable of giving you all the love you deserve. Who puts you first before anything else. Gabriel is incapable of any of that and you know it. He’s greedy and money is all he cares about. Why do you think he’s still single? Money will always be his number one love and anyone else would always come second. Or hell, maybe even third. He has a heart of stone. But I know deep down you already knew that. Do you think that’s something you deserve?”

“No.” She lightly shook her head.

“Of course you don’t. From what I can see, you’re a wonderful woman with so much going for you. You don’t need a man like him. He can’t be trusted, especially where women are concerned. He has a wandering eye, you know.”

“Okay. That’s enough!” he shouted.

“I know he does. I’ve seen it. The way he looked at other women when we were together.”

“So, even though you were flying high with the fantasy, he was slowly making you feel inadequate?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, he was.”

“You’re strong, Greta. Now go out into that world and show it how strong you really are and how no man will ever make you feel like that again.”

“You’re right.” Her eyes diverted to him. “I never loved you, Gabriel. You were nothing but a fantasy to me. You, Mr. Gabriel Quinn, are mean and you’re a man who isn’t capable of truly loving anyone but yourself. I deserve better than that. Good luck with the rest of your life.” She grabbed her purse from the couch and walked past him. “I pity the next woman who falls for your dumb ass.”

I snickered as she left.

“What the fuck was all that about?” he spoke angrily through gritted teeth.

“Relax. You should be thanking me. She came here to beg you to take her back. Did you really want to deal with all that nonsense?”

“Why the fuck would she do that?”

“Because, you idiot, she’s obviously still in love with you. It’s beyond me why.”

“She just said she wasn’t.”

“Because I convinced her she wasn’t.” The corners of my mouth curved up into a cunning smile.

“And all that shit you said about me is not true!”

“That has yet to be determined, Mr. Quinn.” I winked. “It doesn’t matter anyway. She’s out of your life for good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I was on my way to the kitchen to grab a snack,” I spoke as I walked away.

I went into the kitchen, and when I opened the refrigerator, I heard Gabriel’s voice behind me.

“My cousin? Really?”

“Did you want me to tell her that you kidnapped me and are holding me hostage here as your sex slave for the next thirty days?”

“I did not kidnap you. You came here on your own free will.”

“You tricked me.” I pointed at him. “Isn’t it funny how we all have a little bit of con in us?” I arched my brow.

He took in a sharp breath and placed his hands in his pockets.

Chapter 22

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