Page 73 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
Icy rage and fear slash through me. The last time he spoke with her, it ended in her leaving me. “Where?”
“In the office. Kept insisting I must’ve gotten something from Sam and asked me to give it back.”
The tightness in my chest eases as I realize Marty didn’t do any damage to our relationship. “You and Sam didn’t have the kind of relationship that would’ve led him to leave you something.”
“I know!” She huffs. “But he kept being so obnoxious about it. It’s like he thinks Sam gave me the Hope Diamond behind his back.”
She’s adorably annoyed. I press my curving mouth against hers and lower my voice. “So where did you hide it?”
“Ha. I would’ve pawned it. I have no use for a diamond that big.”
I laugh. “Let’s ice that leg and baby it tonight. And how about Thai or sushi for dinner?”
“Sushi sounds good. Anything with maguro will do for me.”
Bobbi pulls into the underground garage. I help Ivy out, then turn to Bobbi, who’s standing next to her.
“I’m sorry about the outburst earlier,” I say. “I shouldn’t have.”
She waves it away. “I know it’s upsetting. Might’ve done the same if I were you. Sorry I didn’t do a better job. I should’ve been more vigilant.”
“If you were any more vigilant, I wouldn’t be able to take a shower,” Ivy says.
I laugh, knowing that’s what she wants. But I make a mental note to talk to the detectives assigned to Saturday’s case about it. Maybe they’re related in some way. I just can’t shake the feeling that Ivy was targeted.
Ivy asks me about my day, so I tell her about the new club I’m going to open in Beijing. It’s a pain in the ass—a lot of politics and other maneuvering—but should be worth it. China is a huge market, and young people there want to have fun as much as those in any other cities in the world.
The second we step into our home, I go still. The place is a wreck. Flowers are scattered on the floor, many of them stepped on and crushed. Seat cushions are tossed on the floor as well, every single one of them slashed and the white stuffing pulled out. The kitchen drawers are open, utensils lying on the marble. The Steinway is open, sheet music littered around the white baby grand.
Anger hits me first, then outrage. How the hell did this happen?
I put a hand on Ivy’s shoulder, then move in front of her to block her view.
“Oh my God!” Ivy gasps when she sees the mess anyway. “Yuna!” She starts to rush in.
I pull her back. “Don’t! She’s with TJ, remember?”
Bobbi’s already on her phone.
“How? What…?” Ivy says, gesturing helplessly at the penthouse.
Our home. Our sanctuary. And now it’s been violated.
