“So you’re telling me, Nick playing my sister…what? He’s got some guilt and he wants me dead because pissing you off got her dead? So to make him happy you’re gonna take me out even though because of you I’ve got nothing?”
He shook his head. “Nick doesn’t want you dead. He wants you neutralized.”
So the invisible Nick Sebring was communicating his wishes.
Fucking fucker.
She should have taken care of him first. Unfortunately that had not been a viable option, considering at the time the House of Shade wasn’t strong enough to withstand the onslaught from Knight Sebring and Marcus Sloan if she had.
Then he played her sister and when shit got hot for him, he disappeared.
Months…nothing.
Now…
Fuck.
She leaned back slightly and crossed her arms on her chest, drawling acidly, “Congratulations. Job done.”
“It’s me who wants you dead,” Valenzuela stated.
Georgia Shade froze solid.
“You’ve cost me money. You’ve cost me time. You’ve cost me assets. All of that has value. I don’t like losing things I value, Georgia,” Valenzuela went on.
She stared at him, giving all she had to keeping her breathing even. She’d lost everything to this motherfucker. She was goddamned going to keep her dignity.
“But because he loves your sister, Sebring wants you neutralized, which means breathing,” Valenzuela continued.
She let out a heavy breath, saying, “He didn’t love my sister. He played my sister.”
“He seems to be going far out of his way for a woman he’s playing with.”
“Then he’s going in the wrong direction since, because of you, there’s no sister to love.”
Valenzuela’s knowing smile sliced through her sternum all the way up her gullet.
A knowing smile.
What did he know?
He loves your sister.
Loves.
Goddamned loves.
In her current situation, the only thing that could keep her alive was the wishes of Marcus Sloan.
Or a Sebring.
No. Not the wishes of a Sebring.
The wishes of Olivia who would never want her dead.
Fuck, Liv was alive.
This was Sebring.