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“We both know damn well that it wasn’t,” she hisses under her breath. “Why are you hiding the truth?”
“None of your business.”
“Should I make it Papa’s business?”
“Only if you wish to complicate things further. Keep your mouth shut, get on with your nasty habits, and leave this to me.”
“You said the same thing the last time, but now she’s ended up in the hospital. Again. How many more times can you hide this before everyone knows that she?—”
I slam my hand over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up, Ariella. Don’t speak of it again, or I swear to fuck, if you prove to be a liability, I’ll keep you in the dark about any future plans.”
She pushes my hand away, her chin trembling. “I’m worried, okay? I thought it was the last time I’d see her.”
“It won’t be. Not as long as I’m here.”
“Well, you’re doing a poor job at proving it by being controlling. You know she hates that.”
“She doesn’t remember. All the better.”
“What if she does?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“I don’t know where you get the confidence to believe your words, but I sincerely applaud you.”
“Thanks.”
“She’ll hate us both once she finds out everything.”
“A position I’m willing to be in, though I’m starting to doubt if I can say the same about you.”
“I’d do anything for her.”
“Good. Start by keeping your mouth shut. Engage in your favorite hobby. Disappear if you have to.”
“Give me what I asked for first.” She juts her palm in my direction. “Remi’s schedule.”
“You lost the rights to that when you suggested she go to your parents' house.” I sideline her and head to Ava’s room.
“You petty wanker!” she screams behind me, and I can imagine her fuming, face red and mentally cursing me all the way to Sunday.
But I couldn’t care less about Ariella or the dismal role she plays on my chess board.
It’s time to take my wife home.
And this time, keep her there.
6
AVA
An hour later, I step outside the hospital, having survived falling down the stairs with a couple of bruises and no memories.
Oh, and I’m accompanied by a royally pissed-off Eli. Which can be described as his default setting.
He can blame himself for the tardiness, for all I care.
A girl can’t get ready in fifteen minutes, and even if I could, I wouldn’t miss the chance to bring down the devil a peg or two.
