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I’d love a full day without my emotions see-sawing all over the place, but something tells me that won’t happen until I get the hell out of here.

Shaking away the thoughts, I bite my bottom lip and stare at my screen.

After circling back with Indigo to make sure no one else has shown up at our door, I finally leave my room and stop at the base of the stairs when I glimpse Victor waiting for me.

“Good morning, Ms. Delilah.”

“Morning, Victor.”

His lips quirk in something resembling a smile so I ease closer into his space.

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

He doesn’t speak but inclines his head in invitation.

“I…want to know who’s connected to this number.” I turn my phone screen to face him, showcasing the phone number left in that envelope for me. Every Google search I’d done led me nowhere but a website with a bank of phone numbers with similar digits. So far, I’ve come up with two flimsy hunches. Someone Weston owes knows where I live and is looking for me to get to him. It’s bleak but the most realistic choice. The other possibility borders on a naive hope I can hardly admit to myself.

“You want me to help you?” Victor repeats after some time, looking me over.

“Yes.” I try to read his expression, but beyond his almostsmiles, the man is a wall of indifference. “And if we could keep it between us, I’d appreciate it.”

Some of the stoniness in his expression melts into a fond smile. “Of course, Ms. Delilah. I’ll work on that while you have breakfast.”

“Between you and me?” I confirm, whispering.

“Between me and you.”

Chapter 24

Retaliation Pt. 1

ADONIS

Me: Where is she?

Vic: We’re still at the grocery store, sir

Before I left the office, Victor told me he was taking Delilah to the Fresh Market around the corner to pick up something.

Me: I thought she only needed one thing? It’s been two hours.

Vic: Yes, but she’s been on this supplementaisle for the last hour.

A picture popsup in our chat and it’s Delilah in a deep squat in front of the lowest shelf of supplements. She has two bottles in her hands, reading the backs of them. And even though I can only see the side of her face, my lips twitch when I think about the concentration on her face.

I stare at the picture until Victor texts me again.

Vic: Would you like me to take her back to the house? We were going to stay until Agnes told us dinner is ready

Me: No. It’s fine. She can stay as long as she wants

Vic: Ok

Me: I’m at the warehouse. I’ll text you when I leave

Vic: Yes, sir

The only othercar outside the warehouse is Alonzo’s gray Suburban.