Vicious Minds (Children of Vice #4)(92)

And that was the weirdest thing I’d heard all day. “Ethan doesn’t remember her? Are you sure? Did he say that?”

“You saw him, he was utterly shocked—”

“Yes, at having a daughter…but not at his daughter’s mother. Wyatt, Ethan never forgets anything. He didn’t know he had a child, but he probably knew who he slept with. On the slight chance he didn’t truly remember, all he had to do was figure out around when his daughter was conceived, and he could find the security for that time. Ethan is never satisfied not knowing something. He will dig until he finds it. So, either he knows, or he found it out, which is why he’s letting her simply roam through the house.”

There was silence on the other line until finally he exhaled. “I’m getting very tired of trying to figure out how Ethan’s fucking mind works. Up is down. Right is left, and the moon is the sun with him!”

“Where are you?”

“With your Cain. King Ethan put me on desk duty.”

“Well, I’m in your bed whenever you get tired of my desk.”

“Helen.” I shook in horror at the new voice on the line. “He’s not alone here.”

“Oh…hi dad.” I cringed, putting my hand over my face. “You’re working on Cain with him? Sorry, I don’t want to interrupt. Talk to you later, bye!”

Hanging up quickly I tossed the phone away burying my face in his pillow. I should have gone into the hall. Give me ten assassins over ever experiencing that again.

Fuck.





Chapter 20





“It is fraud to conceal fraud.”





~Unknown





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ETHAN





Staring into the flames of the fireplace, I heard her heels click upon the stones as she walked down the stone staircase until she reached the bottom. She didn’t take a further step. She looked as beautiful as she always did, and though she didn’t smile, I could see the hint of amusement in her eyes. After all, she’d just wiped the floor with my so-called guards and my family.

“We have three minutes before either your mother, uncle, or Helen fixes what I did to the security system.” She lifted her phone to show me her timer.

I walked across the cellar, grasping the back of her neck and pulling her close to me. My lips were on hers and her hands went to my hair. She opened her mouth for me when I felt her tongue in my mouth, I couldn’t help but press her against the staircase. The feeling of her breasts against me, the way her ass fit in my hand when I reached down to squeeze, only turned me on further.

“Now we have two minutes,” she whispered, breaking away from me and placing her hand on my lips.

I kissed her fingers before remarking, “You changed the plan.”

“My grandfather changed the plan. I knew he was slipping. But not so quickly. I miscalculated.” She frowned, annoyed with herself, which meant I didn’t have to say anything else on the matter.

“The rest of plan? Are we still pretending we don’t know each other?”

She smirked and kissed my lips softly. “We continue as planned. We know everyone is watching, let’s give them the show they want.”

“Toying with my family is fun for you?”

“Don’t pretend like I’m the only one. The only reason anyone becomes a puppet master is because they love to see the puppets dance on their strings.” She tilted her head to watch me. “We’ll talk about everything else in your…our room. My clothes are already unpacked right?”

“You giving orders already?” I asked, squeezing her ass tighter. “How dramatic are we making this reunion?”

“Opera worthy,” she replied, pushing me off and adjusting her clothes. I did the same, and she waved her hand, telling me to go back towards the fire place. “Also, your cousin Helen was pretty much naked waiting for your brother in his room.”

“Why the fuck would you tell me that?” I asked, cringing.

She just beamed and pointed to my dying hard on. “To get rid of that.”

Rolling my eyes, I fixed my suit as she counted down to her…our cruel little joke on my family. Everyone believed I didn’t have a sense of humor. Turns out I did, just at their expense.

“Three, two, one,” she said, and I just stared once again, tempted to shake my head.

She stood right in front of me.

“Hello, Ethan. Am I at the final level where I face the boss now?” she asked coldly. And she said I deserved an Oscar.

“That depends,” I said, looking into her familiar grey eyes. After four years, nothing had changed about her but the length of her hair. “Am I the final boss? Or is it you? Is this my game or is it yours, Cordelia—I mean Calliope?”

She moved over to the couch, placing her purse and jacket on the side table before inspecting the wine bottles which hung stacked against the stone wall. She checked the dates before picking one. “A 1782 Chateau Lafite is one of the best red wines in the world. It’s worth a quarter of a million dollars. Some people say it calms you down. Let’s find out…”

“Calliope—”

“Your ungrateful son of a bitch!” she screamed, throwing it at me. The bottle shattered against the fireplace behind me. And she wasn’t done. She grabbed bottle after bottle, throwing them at me. “Who the fuck are you questioning right now?”