EVIL VILLAIN (The Royal Court #3) - Rebel Hart Page 0,10
you know. He’s got super tough appearances to keep up,” she said with a laugh. “I’m surprised he didn’t tell you, though.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Because, Venom really cares about you. He’d never send someone to see his wife unless he really trusted them,” she replied. “ He talks about you like you’re his actual son. We’ve never had any kids of our own, but I don’t know, every time he would call me and be like, ‘I love this kid,’” she did a deep voice to imitate Venom, “I would think to myself, ‘Sounds to me like I have a son I’ve never met before.’”
It was nice to know that Venom truly cared about me. I never understood why he took me under his wing so suddenly when I was locked up, or why he looked out for me as vigorously as he did, but even when I went to visit him, I was met with an intense desire to help me. He pulled all the strings he had, making sure the guards didn’t violate me even though I was at large, and immediately gave me Felicity’s address, telling me to come see her and stay with her. He was doing what an actual dad would do, and all from behind bars.
Connor Loche could go jump in a ditch for all I cared. I had a dad as far as I was concerned.
“He said it’d be easier to communicate with him if I was here,” I said.
Felicity nodded as she pulled ingredients out of her fridge and started to mix them together. I had no idea what she was making, but it didn’t take long before seasonings and spices filled the air and made my stomach grumble. “Yes. I’m also his lawyer, so it keeps all of our communications privileged.”
“That’s a neat trick,” I responded.
Felicity snickered. “Well, to be fair, I was his lawyer first. He started asking me out, and even though I was strict about not mixing business with pleasure, there was just something about him. I knew he was the man for me. So I broke a few rules.”
Silence filled the kitchen as Felicity worked on a particularly hearty brunch. She combined eggs, bacon and a variety of veggies into a delicious omelet and then made some hashbrowns with cheese and topped it all off with buttered toast. She poured me a glass of orange juice and then brought both the plate and the juice over to me and set them down in front of me. My stomach growled as I stared in awe at the best food I’d seen in close to nine months.
“Wow. Thank you so much,” I said.
“Of course. There’s more where that came from, so if you want another one, just let me know.”
“After this, I’m going to fall asleep immediately,” I said.
She laughed. “I’ve got a room all prepared for you, when you’re ready.”
I closed my eyes and breathed in a sigh of relief. “Good food and a nice place to sleep have been luxuries for me lately.”
Felicity set a hand on my head. “Well, we’re going to change that, aren’t we?”
With that, she walked away and left me to my food. I ended up scarfing it down much quicker than I was planning on. It wasn’t just that I hadn’t had good food in a while, it was the fact that it was absolutely delicious. It was the best food I ever had, and apart from a few pieces of errant bacon that fell for Concrete to lick up, I ate every crumb on the plate.
Felicity happened to walk back through the kitchen at the exact moment I was finishing up, and laughed. “Wow. You weren’t lying.”
“You’re an amazing cook,” I said. “You should do this professionally.”
“That’s what Garrett tells me too. Unfortunately, his reputation follows me, so it’s difficult to get a job at a notable restaurant.”
“Start your own,” I replied. “Open up a diner or food truck or something. With cooking like this, you’d clean house.”
“Being a lawyer pays pretty good. Besides, I love cooking. I’d much prefer it to be a hobby than a job.” She grabbed my plate and empty cup. “Do you want more?”
“I’m okay for now, thank you.”
“Well then, come on, I’ll show you to your bedroom.”
She set my plate and cup on the counter near the sink, then started back down the hallway we walked in from. I stood up and followed her down, with Concrete sticking close. We walked through