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“What are you talking about?” I whisper, my eyes widening.
“That over there is a 3D print.” He nods toward the skeleton hanging in the corner.
My jaw drops, a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over my senses—relief, disgust, and a twisted sense of disappointment. “It’s plastic?”
He smirks. “Ceramic. Disappointed?”
Humiliation spreads across my cheeks, and my jaw clicks shut. I can’t believe he tricked me into enjoying something so depraved.
“One day,” I say, my voice trembling with rage. “I’ll have you begging for mercy, pleading for your life. Then, I’ll remind you of this moment and kill you.”
I shiver, even as I say these hateful words. Part of me wants to see him humbled, yet another part of me is horrified at my own thoughts.
What the hell is Xero doing? This asshole is warping my personality into something I don’t recognize.
He chuckles. “I’d like to see you try.”
“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” I reply through clenched teeth.
“No, but I’m dying to meet her,” he says, his lips lifting into a smirk.
EIGHTY-NINE
XERO
Amethyst doesn’t elaborate on how she plans on making me beg for my life. In her defense, it’s difficult to form words with my cock down her throat and my leather belt around her neck, but her eyes burn with enough murderous intent to make me spray a load over her face.
She seethes in the shower, fumes in the front seat of my car, and sulks as we sneak around the back of her mother’s mansion in Alderney Hill. I visited it multiple times while Amethyst hid here after the incidents with the embalmed corpse.
According to the property records, Melonie Crowley purchased the building fourteen years ago from a company that was owned by Enzo Montesano. He’s the former don of New Alderney who died from an unfortunate heart attack, leaving his most lucrative assets to his second-in-command, Frederic Capello.
I met Enzo’s eldest son, Roman, on Death Row, where he languishes for a crime he claims he didn’t commit. Montesano was one of the few inmates who thanked me properly for all the benefits the fan club negotiated. His housekeeper’s bruttiboni is insanely delicious.
The interior lights are off, which could mean anything at this time of the night, but lamp posts illuminate the house’s gardenand well-kept facade. It doesn’t matter because we’ve looped their security feed to broadcast footage from last night.
Amethyst breaks away from me as we approach the kitchen door and heads toward a garden maze consisting of two-foot-tall shrubs. “Mom always leaves a key beneath a stone, but I can’t remember where.”
“I have one.” I unlock the door.
“What?” she hisses.
I beckon her closer. “It wasn’t difficult to make a copy after the first time I broke in. Come on.”
With a huff, she traipses back, her features held in a tight mask. I wrap an arm around her shoulder, lean into her ear and murmur, “Are you pissed because you wish I’d used a bone I plucked from the catacombs? Because if your kinks extend to osteophilia, you and I might have a problem.”
“Shut up.” She elbows me in the ribs and steps into the mud room.
It’s a small chamber between the kitchen and the outside, lined with tall shelves for hats, coat hooks, and a bench where a gardener can take off their boots and slide them underneath for easy storage.
Melonie Crowley might be a terrible mother, but the woman has exquisite taste. We continue through the kitchen in the dark, through a wood-paneled hallway, and up the stairs. Amethyst leads the way through her home, even though I’ve committed its layout to memory.
She pauses at the top of the stairs and points a knife between my eyes. “Don’t try anything stupid,” she hisses. “I mean it.”
“You’re the only woman I ever want to defile,” I say with my hand on my heart. “It’s only ever been you.”
Her lips tighten, even though I meant every word. As she continues toward her mother’s bedroom, I reach into my pocket for the duct tape. The plan is to disable the harpy and demand answers about Amethyst’s missing memories. I won’t dissuade her from putting 13 Parisii Drive on the market because I want to buy it and sever any control the woman has over my little ghost.
Amethyst opens the bedroom door and stills in the doorway.
