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“It happened around the time... You know when you were hurt,” she chokes out. Tears pool in her eyes.
“Why didn’t Nick marry someone else?” I mutter.
“It’s clear he still loves you,” Faye adds.
“You have to admit, this is the perfect way to get you to comply with his lifestyle.” Shaylee shrugs. “How else could he have persuaded you to be with him?” She adds.
“Does he know what happened to you?” Faye asks.
A lump forms in my throat. “I don’t know. We haven't had a chance to talk yet. I've been avoiding him...” I reach for my phone and switch the camera to frontward facing.
“By hiding out in my state-of-the-art research lab. He stayed up for two days, getting it built just for me.” I continue, giving a tour of every small detail.
“Yeah, I’d say it’s clear he still holds a torch for you,” Shaylee says.
I flip the camera again and stare at my best friends. “My wedding reception is next weekend.”
“Bitch, is this your way of inviting us?” Shaylee bites out.
I burst into laughter. “I’ll send you both invitations.”
“Just bring them to work tomorrow,” Faye says.
“I’m not coming back to work for a couple of weeks. I took a leave of absence. I’d like to focus on my mom’s research.”
I had a conversation with my mother earlier. She was thrilled about the in-home nurse I hired for her. It brings me peace of mind knowing that she is being taken care of while I focus on my research to find a cure.
Faye frowns. “We’ll settle for FaceTime calls.”
A smile lifts my cheeks. “I love you both.”
“Love you too,” Faye and Shaylee reply in unison.
I disconnect the call and drop the phone on the counter.
Why didn't a wealthy tech mogul choose me to be his wife? Am I just too ordinary?
Am I that simple? Instead, I’m tossed into the mafia world without a pool floaty. Being with Nick is exciting yet, intense and addictive. We went our separate ways because he’s in the mafia. At the time, I didn’t know he was the boss. Maybe I thought when Axe had called him boss, he meant it as a term of endearment. Or because he works for him, he’s the boss. Not that he’s the mafia boss.
But let's not forget the other reason you walked away: her. The ice princess. Fucking cunt.
“Push it down, Kinsley,” I mutter aloud.
Rubbing my temples, I survey the room. I take in every detail, trying to wrap my mind around how he managed to acquire all this furniture and equipment in just two days. When I spoke to the vendors earlier, they estimated it would take at least two weeks for my medications to arrive. Maybe I can ask my soon-to-be husband, who happens to be a powerful mafia boss, to use his influence and speed up the process? Is that too much to ask?
Yes, very wrong, Kinsley.
Fuck that. I’m asking him. I don’t want to wait any longer to save my mother’s life.
I’m still not clear if Nick knows what had happened to me eleven years ago.
What does it matter? Why do you keep rehashing that time in your life?
The ice princess bitch is dead. How didn’t you know that?
Probably because you transferred to Yale. Thanks to my guardian angel, I have an ivy league education.
I should play the song, ‘Ding dong! The witch is dead.’
