Page 53 of Dark Mafia Heir

Agatha’s lips twitch like she’s trying not to smile, but she schools her expression quickly. “No one wants to keep underestimating how far you’ll go to escape.”

I roll my eyes so hard, and it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck. “Well, maybe if he voluntarily offers me freedom, I wouldn’t feel the need to ‘escape.’” I make air quotes with my free hand, the one not shackled to the chair.

Agatha doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, she takes a slow sip of her tea, her calm demeanor only fueling my frustration.

“And we’re back to the pointless argument. It’s not happening, child. Take your mind off it.”

“Fine,” I say, slumping back in my chair. The handcuff pulls tight, and I wince, yanking my arm back. “But I’m not saying I won’t try again.”

Agatha smirks. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

The audacity.

Before I slam back a quick-witted retort of mine, there’s a quiet entrance made into the kitchen, and I never thought I’d be more happy to see her face again.

“Ginny!”

Finally, a more friendly face, and someone who will actually understand. Agata swiftly whips up another plate of scrambled eggs and a steaming cup of tea for my guest, and, regardless of her protest, she shoves it in front of her anyway.

Ginny grabs a high stool, settling beside me, as her eyes journey from the steel shackles on my wrist to the silver fork hanging over the scrambles eggs on the plate.

“Elated to see you too, Vi, but what’s going on here?”

I thought I wanted the truth to stay between Antonio and me, but seeing Ginny, I’m not sure I want to keep anything bottled inside. The chaos is already too much, I feel I can’t handle it, and I might explode.

Maybe, except the sex part. It feels too private to share.

My eyes dart around the room, glaring at the guard who laughed, and to Agatha, who gives an understanding nod before she excuses us.

“About the guards, it’s no use asking them to leave. They won’t. Antonio’s orders.”

Ginny chuckles. “You mean yourhusband’sorders.”

I shove a chunk of egg into my mouth and wave the fork dismissively. “He’s the same person.” I sigh. “I’ll have to whisper.”

She leans in, encouraging the secret conversation, and I end up spilling everything about my secret mission last night, and how it ended into her ear.Includingthe sex part.

Amazing.

By the time I’m done, Ginny is laughing her head off, her silky hair swish-swaying over her shoulders as she wipes off tears from her eyes.

Disbelieving, she shakes her head. “No way any of that happened. I mean, I believe theotherpart, but the pillow? Come on, Vivienne. Just. . . No.”

I raise my hand, gesturing towards the handcuffs to prove itdidhappen, and she bursts out laughing again.

“You know what this is, don’t you?”

Stabbing another huge chunk of eggs, I shovel it into my mouth. “If it isn’t punishment for my evil deeds, then I’m sorry, but I don’t know what this is.”

“Don’t be naïve, Vi. You guys are having a lover’s spat.”

It’s a miracle I don’t choke on the munched eggs going down my throat. I feel my eyes widen in their sockets, and I glance around to make sure no one else heard that.

“What? Lover’s. . .What?”

Chuckling, she leans in and repeats. “Lover’s spat. You know, the phase where two lovers have intense arguments or fights, just like you two are. Antonio’s probably just upset that you tried to kill him and still wanted him to satisfy you. Nowthat’spure evil, girl.”

Swallowing the eggs, I try to swallow the information she tosses at me. It doesn’t digest.

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