Page 16 of Scarred in Silence (The Twisted Trilogy #2)
Lucien
Since when did I forget that she fucking betrayed me with all of those slimy fuckers when she bailed? Fuck her.
Dante drives us in the rental car to our next stop. Houston. We have been making numerous international deals, mainly between Canada and Mexico. Mexico is easy; Canada is a hard country to smuggle drugs into, so we decided to expand our operations in Mexico.
“Dude, just fucking call her,” Dante says.
“No. Fuck her.”
“Obviously, you want to. That’s why you can’t stop grinding your fucking teeth.”
I glare at him.
“Or just call Varek. Make sure she’s good if you’re worried about your sleazy cousin.”
My fists tighten at my sides. Varek is sleazy, but I know he will hold up his end of the deal. He’s a loyal guy. He won’ t lay a finger on her.
“Fine. As long as you shut the fuck up about it.”
“Deal,” Dante agrees.
I pull out my phone and call Varek. It rings a few times before he answers.
“What’s up Cuz?”
“Cut the shit, Varek. How is she?”
“She’s a fucking bitch.”
My jaw clenches.
“How is she?” I try to ask calmly behind my rising anger.
“She’s fine. She’s sleeping. Again.”
I let out a breath. Relief trickles its way into my veins.
“Okay. Call me if shit goes sideways. I’ll see you Saturday.”
“See you then, Cuz,” he says, and the line goes dead.
I look out the window, and Dante breaks the silence.
“She good?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?” The hairs on the back of my neck rise at his question. Varek said she’s good. She is fine.
“Yeah.”
He nods. I stare out the window and wonder how the fuck I will be able to have a clear head until Saturday. It’s only Tuesday, and I’m about to lose my fucking mind. Hopefully, tonight goes smoothly. I can’t have her clouding my judgment more than she already is.
* * *
I sit in my hotel, pacing the room. Why the fuck am I so on edge today?
I take a drink of my Absinthe and stare out into the city.
“You need to chill the fuck out,” Dante says as he lies back on the couch.
I don’t say anything. There is nothing to say. I’m driving myself crazy.
“I know you lost her once, but you won’t lose her again. She’s doing so much better, remember?” He tries to comfort me. Which is fucking weird. He never does that.
“Yeah. I know. I just hope Varek doesn’t fuck it all up.”
I down the rest of my drink before setting the glass down on the table.
“What do we have the rest of the week?” I ask.
“We have San Antonio, TX tomorrow, El Paso, TX Thursday, and Tucson, AZ on Friday. We will head back Saturday.” Dante looks at me as if I’m on the verge of a mental breakdown, and I am.
“Friday night. We leave Friday night,” I say.
Dante tilts his head to the side, studying me.
“Fine. Friday.”
I nod.
“Get out,” I snap.
He stands, raising his hands in the air above him.
“Don’t have to ask me twice, asshole,” he says as he leaves the room.
The door closes behind him, and I can be alone with my thoughts. Finally.
The only thing I don’t understand is my sudden urge to be around my little Siren all the time. I was fucking disgusted by her when I brought her back. Fucking whore.
Then yesterday morning in the bathroom, I remembered how great she feels. How great it feels when she trusts me. When she is loyal to me.
I ’m not fucking desperate, though. I will wait until Saturday to see her. Then I think it’s time to put her loyalty to the test. If she passes, maybe she will get some of that precious freedom she lusts for so badly.