Page 80 of The Cute Psycho

"I trust your discretion with..."

"You have my word."

He nods, taking out his phone and making a few calls.

"You're going as a VIP. Try not to stand out too much. I may have my name on this, but it's out of my control," he says.

"Don't you worry, Agosti. I'll be a fly on the wall." I give him a dazzling smile, and he closes his eyes, his hands going to his temples.

"That's what I'm worried about," he groans. "I'm serious, Vlad. The people who frequent those places arenotpeople you want as enemies. It's best if you draw as little attention as possible."

"Come on, how bad can it be?" I would think it should be the other way around, since my moods are fickle at best.

He doesn't take my bait. Instead, he withdraws a USB, plugging it into his computer and programming a few things on it.

"This will give you access to the feed. You know the drill. The club is a front, the auctions are in the basement. Papillion is mostly known for immigrants," he comments, handing me the USB.

Ah, he wants to get rid of me as quickly as he can. I can only oblige as I stand up, pocketing the USB.

On my way out, however, I feel compelled to add, "A favor for a favor, Agosti. Your secret is safe with me."

I don't look back as I leave his house, realizing I need to plan my next move.

With a last glance at the bags of clothes I'd bought, I can only hope Sisi will like them. Since our misadventure jumping out the window had not worked so well, we'd improvised and developed a system for her to get out undetected through the staff door in the back of the house.

I've already parked my car off the main road and now I'm just waiting for her to come.

After leaving Enzo's house, I'd spent the entire day watching the feed from Papillion, making a blueprint of the place and coming up with back-up plans in case our visit might draw unwanted attention.

I'd decided to let Sisi accompany me for three reasons. One... Well, I don't want to miss a day with her. Two, she will help me blend in, and three, she will ensure I stay focused, since Vanya won't be a problem if she's there.

Why, there's just no reason not to bring her with me, especially since I trust myself to keep her safe.

"You're smiling again," Vanya points out, and I give her the eye.

"I'm not," I huff.

"Yes, you are." She crosses her hands over her chest, raising an eyebrow at me. "It's the girl, isn't it?" she asks knowingly.

"Of course not," I answer a little too fast, and she just smirks at me.

"It is the girl," she repeats, and I sigh.

"Okay,maybeit is the girl. I'm not saying it is though. I'm saying there is apossibility." I skirt around the issue, hoping she would drop the subject.

It's not the first time Vanya's brought this up. In her own words, she's trying to make me realize my feelings for Sisi and that I should wife her up as soon as possible. I mean, technically, what she's saying isn't a bad idea.

If I were to wife her up, then she'd belong solely to me. The feelings part is a little murky since I don't think I have those—factory defect, unfortunately—but I can certainly pretend.

"I knew it!" she exclaims. "You always get that dreamy, star-struck look on your face," she adds and my mouth drops open.

"I do not!" I state vehemently, but she only tsks at me.

"You doth protest too much." She smirks at me before her form disappears into thin air. Raising my gaze, I spot Sisi running toward the car in the distance.

For a moment, I think back to Vanya's observations. I agree thatmaybeI am a schoolboy with a crush. But who wouldn't be? Sisi's not only incredibly attractive, but she's also witty and funny, keeping upwith my fucked up sense of humor. She even approves of my less than usual morbid inclinations. If that's not a keeper, then I don't know what is.

Maybe I should wife her up.

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