Page 21 of Filthy Little Regrets (Princes of NYC #2)
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MACE
REMY
Your wives are annoying.
My eyebrows rise at the text in the group message between me, Dare, Remy, and Crue.
Pulling up the app that lets me watch Cassia while she’s at work, I take in Remy glaring at his phone while Rose and Cassia eat lunch.
Tony is grinning at the women, amused by whatever it is they’re saying.
Orion really needs to update his security system so I can listen in.
My gaze scans over my future wife. She’s grinning from ear to ear. She always is around her best friend.
One of these days, I’m going to earn a smile like that.
I navigate back to the group message when an alert flashes across the top of my screen.
DARE
What did Rose do now?
CRUE
Ugh, all my friends are getting married. It’s gross.
REMY
You could be married if you’d close your legs.
CRUE
Are you slut shaming me, Remy?
REMY
Maybe.
CRUE
Fuck you.
REMY
No thanks.
CRUE
DARE
Don’t you have a job to do, Crue?
He’s too busy on his back.
CRUE
Fuck you, too, Mace.
I’m going to kick your ass the next time I see you.
Unlikely.
Crue is tough, and an experienced fighter, but I’ve been doing this a long time.
DARE
I’ll put a hundred on it.
REMY
Dollars or grand? Just clarifying, so I know if you’re a cheap ass or not.
DARE
Grand.
REMY
Make it two, then.
CRUE
Fuck it. Three, on me.
Are all three of them betting against me? Dare knows better, and Remy should too. You know what? Fuck these guys. I’ll kick Crue’s ass and take their money.
Fine. When?
DARE
Tonight.
I have plans.
DARE
After. Think of it as a celebration. It’s not like Cassia is going to fuck you.
And did Rose fuck you?
DARE
Nah, that time, I fucked her.
I roll my eyes. This asshole. Sometimes my friends piss me off, but Dare is right. Cassia is definitely not ready for sex.
CRUE
Aw, is he scared?
*chicken gif*
REMY
I can’t wait for you to kick his rich ass.
I roll my eyes. The mercenary likes to act like he’s not rolling in cash.
You’re rich too, fucker.
REMY
Yeah, but you’re richer.
DARE
Three grand on Crue. After Mace’s wedding.
REMY
Cassia won’t be happy.
She’s already pissed. Maybe I’ll let you hit me just to see her smile.
CRUE
Should I extort someone into marriage? I’m having FOMO.
DARE
You’re an idiot.
CRUE
Come on, man, I’m serious. I think I’m having a quarter-life crisis.
You could get married tomorrow. Don’t act like you’re hard up for women.
CRUE
They’re all groupies. I hate it.
DARE
You seem to be enjoying yourself.
The dude has a new girlfriend at least a few times a year. I think he has woman-specific ADHD. Another message hits my phone, and I switch to it.
VIVIAN
The dress is delivered. I’ll be back around 7:00.
Perfect. Thank you so much, Vivian.
Vivian Carlisle is one of the best wedding dress designers in NYC, and she owed me a personal favor after I helped her find the man who hacked her computer and stole her designs.
I never asked what happened to the man, and she never said, but I have a guess.
The fashion world is vicious. Most industries are once you get high enough up the food chain.
The key is to be at the top.
One of these days, I’ll dethrone my father and take control of Rex Technologies. That’s the only way to make sure my sisters and mom are safe for good.