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“And you are a spoiled, selfish little bitch!” Charles roars.
“Fucking hell, can we fast forward through all this family drama bullshit?” Jasper interjects, absentmindedly spinning the gun in his hand. “I’d like to get this thing over with.”
Charles swallows, moving towards Jasper even as he keeps his eyes on me. “Do you have her phone?”
Jasper hands it over. The sight of them so in sync makes me nauseous.
“How the hell do you two even know each other?” I lean against the wall of windows behind me, a jagged metal edge biting into my back. I run my fingers along the wall looking for a latch.
Suddenly, Jasper raises his gun and points it right at my face. “Don’t move another muscle. Seriously. I’m not in the mood to be tested today.”
“Will you stop?” Charles grunts. “She’s worth nothing to us dead.”
“Gee, thanks, Dad,” I scoff. Much as I’d love to make a break for it, I’m not about to risk a bullet in my back. No matter what hesays, Jasper is crazy enough to pull the trigger. And I have no idea how good of a shot he is.
My father ignores me as he walks over, holding my phone in front of me. “Unlock it for me.”
“And if I refuse?”
The words are barely out of my mouth when his palm smacks across my face. I stumble back as my vision blurs behind a veil of spinning, silver stars.
“Next time, you’ll taste blood,” he warns.
With a trembling hand, I use my thumb to unlock the phone for him. He takes it back over to Jasper. Together, they type out a message. I hear the whoosh of the text leaving to God knows where.
I peek over my shoulder. The windows behind me are smeared with a grease-like paint. There’s no way anyone on the outside will be able to see what’s going on in here.
Jasper nods appreciatively at their handiwork. “Yeah, that’ll get him here fast.”
My heart races. It’s too late to undo the message, but I have to try to do something. “How long have the two of you been working together?”
“Months now,” Charles answers. “Jasper and I have a lot in common.”
Don’t I know it? I could count the ways, but I have a feeling my list would only get me in more trouble.
Still, I take a guess. “Your hatred for my husband, you mean?”
“Him, too. But I was actually talking about the Italians.”
“This is about the Italians?”
“Enzo fucking Calcagno,” Jasper spits. “I thought that little shit would be better than his father. Turns out, they’re cut from the same cloth. Both men demand their pound of flesh.”
“You owed Enzo’s father money?” I surmise. It’s always about money.
“My debts are old. They should have been forgiven a long time ago.” Jasper sneers. “I got myself thrown in jail, hoping that Alessandro would write them off. But the stubborn bastard never forgives a debt. When Arsen showed up in max, I figured he was my way out.”
I gasp. “You were using him right from the beginning?”
Jasper’s face falls. “Just because he could do me a favor doesn’t mean we weren’t really friends. I had his back and he had mine.”
Denial must be how these two get to sleep at night. Yet another thing they have in common.
“You were hoping that he would protect you from Calcagno.”
“And he did… in the beginning.” His eyes narrow. “But your husband has always been a fan of his high horse.”
“He holds himself and the people around him to high standards,” I agree.
