Page 22 of His Deadly Devotion
“What?” There is literally nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. Which should scare me, because I’m not sure I had limitsbeforeI met him. But now I know that when it comes to Connor, there are no lengths I’m not prepared to go to.
“Your brother gave me a burner. I need to get in contact with Patty to find out what my parents’ next move is. I need to be a step ahead of them,” Connor says.
“Okay, do you really think he’ll tell you?” I ask before adding, “I need coffee. Come on.”
This time when we get to the kitchen, it’s empty.Thank God. I do not have the energy to deal with all the testosterone in this house. Unless it’s Connor because, well, it’s Connor.
“He’ll tell me,” Connor says without missing a beat. He then opens the cabinets, finds the mugs, and pulls two down.
“This is next level,” I mutter, looking at the machine I’m assuming is for coffee.
“Here. I’ll do it.” Connor effortlessly figures out how to brew two cups of some of the best coffee I’ve ever tasted.
“Thank you. Now, what exactly do you need me to do?” I ask him.
“Call Patty. Make something up so he’ll know it’s you but not let on to anyone else that heknowsit’s you. Then hang up. He’ll call back on a secure line,” Connor says.
“Easy.” I hold out a hand and Connor places the burner phone on top. “My brother justgavethis to you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Weird,” I mumble. I didn’t think Lorenzo would justgiveConnor something that would allow him to contact the outside world. For all they know, he could sell me out. Go back to the O’Malleys. “I am sorry that this is happening. I can’t imagine how hard it is having to fight against your own family.”
“This isn’t your fault, Aurora. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“I did kind of kidnap you, took you to that cabin where they found us together. It is my fault.”
Connor smiles. “Probably wasn’t your best idea, babe, but it’s also not your worst. We’re back together.”
“So, my devious plan worked then? I did think it’d take a lot longer to win you over,” I admit.
“You never truly lost me, babe,” he says.
“Okay. Dial his number. I’ve got this. You know drama was actually the one class I could pass without Dante’s help.” I smile.
“I’m not surprised in the slightest.” Connor laughs as he taps the number out on the screen.
I press the dial button and bring the phone to my ear.
“Hey, what’s the crack?” Patty answers.
“The other night was real fun, Patty baby, but I was kinda thinking we could step it up a notch next time,” I say, doing my best to put on a sexy voice. I’ve never tried to be sexy before. Judging by Connor’s glare and his white knuckles curling around the handle of his coffee mug, I don’t think he approves of my conversation starter.
“Yeah, real fun, babe. What were you thinking? Stepping it up how, exactly?” Patty asks.
I frown. How many calls from random girls does this guy get? He’s acting like he knows exactly who I am and remembers the night wedidn’thave together. “I was thinking it’d be fun to add some pain. You know pain and pleasure can be a good mix. Have you had your balls stabbed recently? I’ve done it once and you’d be surprised how easily the knife slides right through the skin.”
Connor smiles and shakes his head.
“Yeah, ah, look, babe, the other night was fun and all. But I’m not letting you stab my balls. No pussy is worth that. I gotta go. Catch you later,princess,” Patty says before hanging up.
I clock the nickname right away. But I can’t tell if it’s on purpose or not. Does Patty know that’s what Connor calls me?
Although I have to admit it doesn’t sound as good when it’s not coming out of Connor’s mouth. It’s so… undermining. I am not a princess.
“Think it worked?” I pass Connor the phone.
“I highly doubt he knows anyone else who’s ever stabbed someone in the balls, Aurora. It worked.” Connor sips at his coffee, setting the mug on the counter before turning to me. “I need to know what I can do to help ease your mind. What kind of assurances do you need to know I’m not leaving you?”