Page 62 of His Good Girl
“I can’t make that happen. If I could, he would be out of her life after everything that’s happened in the last few days. She is sweet and kind; she doesn’t deserve to be dragged under.”
“Isn’t that what you're doing by lying to her?”
“I’m not lying to her,” she says quietly. “Everything she knows about me is the truth.”
“Except that you’re a Secret Society princess with a very detailed undercover life.”
“I said, everything she knows about me. The real stuff,” she says stiffly.
I give her a startled look before straightening up. “You want to tell her, don’t you?”
“I can’t.”
“Your parents are hardly going to kill you for spilling the secret.”
“It will be out of their hands. You know how this works.”
“Then recruit her.”
She looks back at me, pushing her lips out in a pout that I guess some would call sexy. To me, it’s just a facial expression.
“You’re trying, aren’t you? That’s your end goal, here.”
“No, my end goal is to get your ass moved up the chain. But based on current events, that’s not happening. In fact, you’re headed for the shredder.”
“Ouch.”
“You told her to ask me to be my plus one for the masked ball. Are you fucking out of your mind? You know that high-ranking members of Solitaire will be there.”
“Only because they’re on my board of directors. Still my company, Rue. Don’t forget that.”
“How could I forget? I work there.”
“What a joke.”
“Fuck you. I do a fucking good job, and you know it.”
“Oh, you do a great job. But it’s not surprising, really, when the most vicious person in the room currently isn’t me, now is it? It kind of dims the brightness of your guard dog capabilities when you probably threaten them with an evisceration followed by a Colombian necktie.”
She smirks. It’s cold, cruel, and utterly beautiful. Not in the sexual sense, but it speaks to me, nonetheless. “Well, go with what you know, yes?”
“Always. Hurt her, and I will do all of that to you and more.”
“Never,’’ she hisses. “And ifyouhurt her, I think my reputation precedes me. Get your shit together, Logan,” she says, brushing past me. “Before Quentin Livingstone catches on that not all is as it seems.”
“Noted. Goodnight, Rue. Close the door on your way—”
It slams, and I turn to glare contemplatively at it, only slightly surprised by what just happened. Especially maybe Rue’s confession. All I know is that she has handed me exactly what I need to get rid of Quen once and for all.
A slow smile spreads over my face. “Oh, you’re a sly one, Ms. Di’Castello. Very sly indeed.”
Chapter34
Serena
Ambling into the sitting room when I hear the door open, I dig the spoon into the ice cream I’m eating straight from the carton and give Rue a quizzical stare.
“Where did you go? And don’t tell me it was to take the trash out.”
