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“That doesn’t sound like Asher, just giving my number away. She usually calls me herself when the need arises.”
When the need—what the fuck?
How often did she call him, and for what fucking purpose? Shit like this?
“Enough with the small talk—I need your help. Will you or will you not?” I rushed out, not wanting to waste any more time than I already had by just sitting on Connor’s bed, which was now draped with crimson sheets.
“Based on your area code, I’m assuming you’re in Phoenix, is thatcorrect?”
How was he able to make this whole conversation sound so casual?
“Ye—yeah.” I nervously cleared my throat and pressed the pads of my fingers to my lips in anticipation.
“I can be there in about… seven hours—six if you’re lucky…” With a distant sigh, he continued, “Text me the address, leave the key under the mat, and ensure the main interior lights are on. Always better to look as though someone is home, expecting me.”
“Where do I—fuck…” I groaned out of frustration, looking back in the mirror at myself once again, taking yet another good, hard look at my reality.
“I’m going to assume that this is your first time…” He added as if he’d had this same conversation one too many times throughout his career. “Let me guess, cheating boyfriend?—ex now, I presume.” Her cousin chuckled with sarcasm, and I made a firm fist at my side out of sheer annoyance, but let him continue to speak. “Look—friend of my dear cousin Asher—I’ll take care of whatever you’ve done. All you need to do now is follow my instructions: Go home, take a nice, long, relaxing bath, and I’ll be in touch once I arrive and begin my work.”
That’s it, then? Nothing else?
No additional hoops to jump through to make this whole afternoon seem like nothing more than just a bad dream?
“How—How much is this going to cost me?” I hesitated with my question, not knowing the kind of response I’d get in return—if I could afford the price.
His sickening laugh over the speaker made my hand tremble, and blood curdle at itssound.
“Princess, you’ve already made your payment tenfold. Let’s just hope you know how to live with yourself after the fact.”
An audible click, and our call was disconnected without another word.
I felt my phone slip through my shaky fingers and fall to the floor along with my sanity as I pulled my knees to my chest and curled in on myself at the stark realization.
Holy shit…
What have I done?
Chapter 34
Dallas
Whatintheever-lovingfuck just happened?
To see my wife being taken away in cuffs by five officers wearing a smile that screamed guilty as fuck, while those surrounding me whispered and some even so much as cried over the crime that she was—not so subtly—accused of.
Was this the answer I had been searching for since her test?
Was she a convicted fucking murderer?
It’s not like that new information would negatively impact how I envisioned my wife.
In all actuality, I loved her even more for it. Now, with the understanding that she was inherently more unhinged than I had initially thought.
My sweet fucking girl—the woman who doesn’t bat an eye at the sight of blood and will killwhen necessary.
With her perfection only increasing the longer we were together, I now found myself with the diligent task of preventing my wife from being taken away from me and locked up behind fucking bars.
As I watched the officers closely, keeping a reasonable distance behind them, I stalked out of the main hall, pulling out my phone and calling the only person I knew who could get her out of this mess.
