Page 90 of His Good Girl
We turn our backs as the cleaner gets to work moving Kelly before hacking her into little pieces to place neatly into the two large ice coolers, he brought up with him. Definitely not something Serena needs to witness. It will give her nightmares.
Pouring Viktor a mug of coffee and handing it to him straight, I pour another for myself.
“You’ve had quite a day.”
“No shit. You didn’t need to kill Quen. I was handling it.”
“You don’t like your gift?”
“Serena might’ve had questions. Now she will never know.”
“She can ask her aunt.”
Biting my tongue to stop the sarcastic comment, I grimace. He has a point, but still. First-hand is always best. Her aunt might not know anything useful.
“I have a proposition,” he adds after a pause. “Rue was quite insistent that we look at recruiting Serena. You know the rules, though. There was nothing outstanding in her resume apart from her being Quentin’s blood. Until now.”
He glances over his shoulder at the cleanup going in the middle of my living room, which has been sheeted off to prevent blood from getting everywhere.
“Oh?” I croak.
“Shelley Thorpe was a, how can I put this mildly? A pain in the ass. You took care of it, and that is what secured your promotion. I believe that you didn’t know about this development, which makes for an even bigger ass pain. Do you follow?”
Yeah, I fucking follow. “You’re recruiting Serena because she killed Kelly. How do you know it wasn’t me?”
“She was pushed, no? If you had done this…well, need I say more?”
“No.” Taking a sip of my coffee, just for something to do to pass the time, I ask eventually. “Will Francesca bring her in now? She is in shock, and I’m not sure she is thinking clearly.”
“Fran will be the judge of that. Don’t you worry about your girl. Mine is quite capable.”
Nodding slowly, my gaze is drawn to the stairs. Wishing I was a fly on the wall, I have to leave them to it.
“Shall we retreat to the terrace?” Viktor asks a moment later. “The smell is vile.”
“Agreed,” I murmur, and follow him outside, where it’s freezing but less disgusting; I leave the door open so I can hear Serena if she needs me.
I really hope she doesn’t need me, or things might get ugly.
Well, uglier.
Chapter49
Serena
The scent of Francesca’s perfume fills my nostrils, overwhelming my senses so much I have to reluctantly pull away from the hug.
Her phone beeps, so she checks it, and then she smiles, putting it away before leading me to the bed to sit. Stroking my hair when we are settled, she says, “You are so brave, Serena. What you did was necessary.”
“Was it?”
Francesca reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand and pulls one out. “Absolutely. This woman was going to kill you and Logan. You have to protect yourself. Always.”
“Yeah.”
“You are not convinced?”
Shaking my head, I sigh. “Well, I mean, I am but I’m not. Maybe there was another way? We’ll never know.”
