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“He said, ‘I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you stupid little bitch.’”

I nodded, running my tongue over my teeth. “I’m going to kill him.”

Uncle Vance had an amazing stash of knives in his mancave. Maybe he’d let me borrow one so I could cut off this prick’s dick.

As my long strides carried us out of the woods, Ella relaxed in my hold, our fight momentarily forgotten. The vulnerable expression on her face as she stared ahead filled me with tenderness. I missed holding her like this—missed being so closeto her that I could smell her perfume and feel her pulse against mine.

St. Victoria’s gothic structure came into view through the canopy of trees. A minute later, we reached an entrance door.

“There’s something else, Cade,” Ella said once I lowered her to her feet. “He had a skull tattoo on his hand and he was wearing a platinum watch with sapphires encrusted in the bezel…Just like Kian Wilson.”

Every line in my body tightened with alert. “He’s dead, Ella.”

“I know.”

“I killed him. You saw it with your own eyes. It couldn’t have been him, sweetheart.”

“Maybe it was someone that looked like him.” Her shoulders stiffened and she walked ahead of me in a trance, murmuring, “Or maybe this place is fucking getting to me and I’m seeing his ghost.”

A sliver of foreboding crept down my spine.

The last thing we needed was the ghosts of our past resurfacing.

As I followed Ella into the school, my mind drifted back to the summer night when we extinguished Kian Wilson’s lights for good.

C H A P T E R1 6

Bonnie and Clyde

Cade

The Past – 3 months ago

An undertone of anarchy wafted in the air as I pulled up to Cordova mansion in the afterhours. The guards let me through without a fuss, though one still managed to inch me a scowl. I was tempted to pull out my gun and shoot his pissy-looking face, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with a bitching Francisco Cordova. You had to pick and choose your battles.

Nearly three years of dating Ella and herpapáwas nowhere near close to accepting me. He went as far as begging his daughter to ditch my ass and date Josh instead, but I was like a pesky fly, refusing to leave. Here to fucking stay.

The faster he got it through his thick skull that I was his future son-in-law, the better. At least Silvia Cordova, Ella’s mother, excelled at hiding her contempt. She even offered me achampurradowith a grimacing smile the last time I visited.

Point was, I didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of me. Ella’s opinion was the only one that mattered.

I parked my motorcycle on the perimeters of the driveway, furthest from the prying eyes of the other guards. Pulling up the visor of my black helmet, I plucked out my phone from my leather jacket and shot my girlfriend a text.

Come out, baby. —Princepin

Ask me nicely. —Princess

I chuckled, hearing her spoiled voice in my head.

Dearest princess, I hope this finds you well. Will you do me the honour of gracing me with your wonderful presence? Otherwise, I’m leaving and doing this mission on my own <3 —Princepin

Nice enough for you? —Princepin

Add a ‘please’ and it’s perfect??—Princess

Ella… —Princepin

I’m cominggg. —Princess