Page 257 of Vexatious Queen

“You sold that really well,” I said.

“You did, too. Love how you were advocating for your customers all over social media. I almost believed your act,” Ellis said, with a smirk.

He leaned forward, putting his hands on his desk.

“Was there enough?”

“Pfft, shit. More than enough. You really don’t like this guy, do you?”

“Let’s just say that his family has a history of being a real pain in the ass. If you haven’t met his father yet, you’ll see what I mean. He’s a real peach.”

“Thanks for the heads up. So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I want to see him,” I said.

He shook his head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. He’s done nothing but yell about how you set him up since he arrived.”

“Give me ten minutes. I promise I’m not here to kill him or anything,” I said.

“Well, that wasn’t disturbing at all. Was that really where you thought my mind went about you?”

“I like to keep you on your toes,” I said with a shrug.

“Whatever, if you want to see him, I’ll take you to see him,” he said and stood from his desk.

“I don’t want it recorded.”

“Now you really are making me think you’re going to kill him. I do need someone to prosecute to get your friend Michael’s sentence reduced.”

I shook my head. “Zigzag is not my friend. But I’m not here to kill Sabastian. At least, not physically.”

“I don’t want to know,” Ellis said and marched out his door.

I smiled. “See, you’re starting to understand how this works.”

“Fuck you, Collier,” Ellis drawled, and I snickered as I followed him out.

I was happy not to run into Ivy and Morrison as Ellis opened the door to the holding area and walked me down to the only cell occupied.

“You have ten minutes,” Ellis said and left.

The little red light on the camera in the corner turned off.

Sabastian looked up from the bench he was sitting on and burst to his feet as soon as he realized it was me.

“You son of a bitch. You did this to me,” he said, charging the bars.

His arms shot out to try to grab me, but I just stared at him as the tips of his fingers brushed my jacket.

“You look ridiculous,” I said.

He stopped trying to reach for me and gripped the bars instead.

“When I get out of here, I’m going to kill you,” he said, and I laughed. “What? What’s so funny?”

“You? Ever killed anyone before?” He didn’t answer. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. But it’s okay because you’re not getting out for a really long time.”