Page 47 of Sadistic

"And Revna?"

"Revna's the key. Going to be a lawyer, connected to the MC, married to me. She bridges our worlds." I check my phone—three texts from her, two from Rhiannon, one from my mother. "She's also probably going to murder me."

"Why?"

I show him Rhiannon's text:

Currently showing your future wife every embarrassing photo I can find. She really enjoyed the one of you in your emo phase!

"Your sister's a menace."

"She gets it from Mum." I scroll through Revna's messages:

Your sister is at the clubhouse.

She brought champagne and baby photos.

I'm going to kill you!

I can't help but smile. At least she's texting threats instead of running.

Rhiannon:

She's even prettier in person.

Also she threatened to sue me for harassment.

I LOVE HER!

My mother's text is simpler:

Everything's perfect. Don't come to the clubhouse until we're done.

"They seem to be bonding," my father mentions, reading over my shoulder.

"That's what worries me."

By the time we land in Tallahassee, it's early evening.

The dress fitting should be wrapping up, but knowing my mother and sister, they've turned it into an event.

Champagne, gossip, probably a full psychological evaluation of me.

"Want me to drop you at your place?" my father asks as we exit the jet.

"No. I'm going to the clubhouse."

"Your mum said not to?—"

"Since when do I listen?"

He almost smiles. "Your mother used to be the same way. Still is. Never could tell her no."

"Is that why you fell for her?"

The drive to the clubhouse takes twenty minutes.

I spend it reviewing Mikhail's updates—no threats, no unusual activity.

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