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“And what about now? Are you happy?”

“I’m trying to be. I just lost five people close to me not that long ago and I’m trying to get back to a normal existence without them, but I think other than that, I’m content.”

We spend the next half an hour talking. Melinda asks me questions and I answer them. All the basic things like favourite colour, food, and who my friends are. When Brennan returns, he lets me know that we have to go. We only have so much time before our microchips will activate again, and we need to get back to the garage before our cover is blown.

Melinda gives me a quick hug and makes me promise to come back. We are led back outside by the same guard, and we make the ten-minute walk back to the car in silence.

“Did you know she was alive?” I ask Brennan as he drives us out of the underground parking lot.

“Honestly, Jolie, I found out when I came a few weeks ago. Ziyon didn’t let me meet her, and asked if he could tell you himself. I gave him a month and here we are.”

“Do you trust him?”

“More than I do Mr Z. But we’re hoping now that we know you’re named in the will, you can talk to this Amelie woman and get her on our side. That way, when Olympia is in your name, you can sign 49 percent over to Ziyon. He can run the company, but you’ll still hold the majority vote in case something goes wrong.”

“That makes sense, but I just don’t know.” Tilting my head in thought, I elaborate on my suspicions. “While I understand why I’m supposed to hate Mr Z, and I do, I also get a weird vibe from Ziyon. It could just be because of how we were greeted by guns, but still, something doesn’t sit right with me.”

“This is exactly why we never rushed into killing anyone or bringing you back. There are still so many unanswered questions.”

He’s right, some things can’t be rushed. I just need to focus on my training and school for now. When the time is right, the guys will let me know, and I will be right there with them to take him down. Only something in my gut is telling me we might have to add another name to that list.

Chapter Fourteen

Jolie

Social media can be a dangerous place. After spiralling down the rabbit hole, I discovered painted nails are trending. Problem with that is, after sitting here for the last half an hour, I discover I can’t paint my own nails for shit, and I don’t have any nail polish remover.

Stomping down the stairs and into the kitchen, I mumble to myself about the bullshit trends and the fact that I’m horny as shit. Not that the two are related, but they’re the two things pissing me off right now. On top of that, I’m bored out of my mind, which is how I ended up down the damn viral trend hole.

As I’m searching for something that will remove the smudged polish, I feel eyes searing into my back.

“If you’re going to stare at me, the least you can do is help me search.”

“The view from here is good,” Creed says from somewhere behind me. “What are you frantically searching for anyway?”

“Nail polish remover.”

“Kai’s room. Come on, I’ll show you.” He stands from the chair he was perched on and moves out of the kitchen.

Creed takes us up a set of stairs that leads to their side of the house; I’ve been on Laughn’s side numerous times, but never Creed’s. The hallway is darker than I expected, yet I can still see that the carpet is blood red, and right at the end is a full-sized throne. My brows hit my hairline and I shake my head as I spot Olly there, curled up and taking a nap.

Creed opens the first door on our right and we walk into Kai’s room. It’s just as I pictured; dirty clothes are piled in the room’s corner and there’s a large unmade queen-size bed.

Creed makes his way into the en suite, and I follow him inside. Kai’s en suite is basic compared to the others in this damn mansion, just a simple set-up of a shower, toilet, and vanity.

“Sit,” Creed demands, pointing at the toilet.

Not wanting to be told what to do, I jump up onto the vanity bench. His eyes roll as he steps in front of me. He pours some remover on a makeup pad, then takes my hand and starts to scrub off the clumped-up nail polish.

I watch as he lifts one nail at a time and makes sure every scrap of colour is gone. The concentration on his face makes him look almost peaceful. His tongue peeks out from between his lips as he toys with the ring in the corner of his mouth, and my eyes follow intently, wanting to lick it myself. I rest my right hand on his arm, and he looks up at me. If I didn’t know anything about Creed, I would say he has the face of an angel. Can someone have such a thing as a perfect face?

He clears his throat and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting the corner between his teeth before releasing it. “Did you want me to paint them?”

I nod, not able to spit out any words. It’s to the point I don’t trust myself not to beg and pant for him to have his way with me. Until now, I was doing so well keeping my libido in check, but it’s come back with a vengeance. It’s outrageous how high my sex drive is. My last boyfriend used to complain that we had too much sex. Is it normal for a girl to think about sex multiple times a day? It’s one of the reasons I never wanted a serious boyfriend, along with a huge list of others.

Creed rummages around in Kai’s drawers and pulls out a blood-red polish. “Perfect,” he mutters, holding it up in the light. I don’t want to know or even ask why Kai has red nail polish—I’ve seen him wear black but never red. After a quick shake of the bottle and with a steady hand, Creed begins to paint each nail to perfection.

“Do you have any plans today?” he asks, focusing on the nail he is currently painting.

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