Page 115 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

Someone was outside her trailer that day. And they took a picture.

My jaw clenched as I stared down at the graphic photo.

The picture itself didn’t bother me. Hell, I could even let go of the fact that someone was spying on us. What pissed me off was the text that came with it.

The Cheating Whore: Meet me behind the diner at 4 pm tomorrow, or this goes viral.

Motherfucking Simon. I was gonna kill that slimy weasel.

When I cloned Nova’s sim card, this was not what I was expecting. The contact name threw me off for a second, but a quick scroll through the conversation history confirmed my suspicions that The Cheating Whore was in fact Simon.

Why the fuck Nova didn’t have his number blocked was beyond me. She didn’t need to be talking to any other guys. That was a conversation we were definitely going to have in the morning. I’d also like to know why she had so many dick pics on her phone. They weren’t ones she had taken or that were sent to her. Nova downloaded them, which was a good thing for her. Otherwise she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.

Foregoing the tonic this time, I grabbed the bottle of Gin and poured myself three fingers. Maybe something stiffer would burn away enough of my rage so I could pass out.

Simon fucking Fisher had some balls on him. I knew exactly what he was thinking. She would take his threat seriously, I would fucking kill him. That’s why he sent it to her and not me. Unfortunately for him his plan backfired.

Nova was currently upstairs asleep. She would never know about this. I already erased the text from the cheap ass flip phone she was using. If Simon wanted to pass around a picture of me railing some bitch, go ahead. But not her. Nova’s dignity I would protect. And what was more, I wanted to protect it.

“Motherfucker,” I grumbled while lifting my glass.

“Hey.”

I paused with the glass against my lips and turned my head to see Darry walking in the room. What was he doing here? “I thought you left?”

“I did.” He walked over and nodded at the bottle on the table next to me. “You broke out the gin. Must be something bad?”

I drank back the contents of my glass and grumbled, “just a slimy weasel looking for a beat down.”

“Simon?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d he do this time?” Darry asked while plopping down in the armchair across from me.

I tossed him the phone and poured myself another drink.

“Shit.” Darry shook his head. “What are you gonna do?”

“What do you think I’m gonna do?” I was going to kill the fucker.

“You seem to be forgetting something.”

“What?”

“Ouromtreáis tomorrow afternoon.”

Fuck. The oath was exactly something I could reschedule.

Darry placed the phone on the table and sat back. “Convenient timing if you ask me.”

I stopped and cocked a brow his way. “You think he knew?”

“It’s worth looking into.” Darry shrugged.

He had a point. I didn’t believe in coincidences and if Simon knew about the oath, then someone told him. Someone within the family.

“You could send Romeo to find out.”

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