My jaw slacked as the rest of my words shriveled back into my throat. “Five minutes, Belle.” My eyes were still glued to my blemished arms. I scrubbed the lotion on my skin, pleased with my drunken self, when the door behind me flung open. “ Bingo.” I tugged a skin-soothing ointment tube from the diamond-studded Hermès. She was a Girl Scout, ready for any occasion, be it a rash, a broken nail, a World War, or a sudden pandemic. She must have Benadryl and antihistamines. I rummaged through it, flicking away Band-Aids, a Swiss knife, and a thumb-size makeup kit. Mentally snapping my fingers, I looked around for Aisling “Ash” Fitzpatrick’s purse, finding it on the bed. I heard my sister’s heels clicking as she left, heading back to the waiting limo. My stomach clenched at the mention of his name. Can you bring Hunter’s ring if his brother doesn’t show up to take it? Technically, it’s Cillian’s job, but he’s probably in the gardens, skinning a female employee and making fashionable coats out of her flesh.” Hopefully not in her hairdo.” I heard the grin in my sister’s voice. “How do you mean?” I shouted back through the suite’s door.
Our girl has already puked in the limo’s trash can twice, cursed the groom like a pirate for not eloping in Vegas, and one of her acrylic nails is playing Amelia Earhart.”
Well, Belle, I look shockingly similar to a Cheetos, both in color and complexion.
“Pers?” my older sister, Emmabelle-Belle for short-crooned from the other side. More tracks like The Villain (L.J.A knock on the door snapped me out of my trance.Playlists containing The Villain (L.J.Hades in a Brioni suit.Cillian Fitzpatrick has been dubbed every wicked thing on planet earth.To the media, he is The Villain.To me, he is the man who (reluctantly) saved my life.Now I need him to do me another small solid.Bail me out of the mess my husband got me into.What's a hundred grand to one of the wealthiest men in America, anyway?Only Cillian doesn't hand out free favors.The price for the money, it turns out, is my freedom.Now I'm the eldest Fitzpatrick brother's little toy.?To play, to mold, to break.?Too bad Cillian forgot one tiny detail.Persephone wasn't only the goddess of spring she was also the queen of death.He thinks I'll buckle under the weight of his mind games.He is about to find out the most lethal poison is also the sweetest.?
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