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ever tell him about my dirty little secrets. “I’ll never tell you.”
    He frowned and visibly backed off. “And I thought we were friends. Lucky for you, you don’t need to tell me.”
    “Casper,” I pressed, becoming irritable, “answer my goddamn question: Why are you still fucking Preston?”
    “I would watch your back,” he replied, avoiding my question again. “Preston is becoming reckless. Something happened to him after Estelle bit the big one. He has it out for you, and I think he’s going to act on it soon.”
    Casper was still doing what I’d tasked him with—ensuring the untouchable thorn in my ass was under control. “He thinks he has balls made of brass when they are really made of brittle glass. He thinks it’s a good time to start fucking with me?”
    “I’m not sure why he’s doing whatever he’s doing,” Casper said. “It couldn’t be because of Estelle. He never really loved her.”
    No, it wasn’t because of Estelle. If Preston decided it was a good time for revenge, it was because he finally had a way to get to me…through Nikki.  
    I stared at Casper, weighing whether or not dropping a piece of information to break his heart would benefit me. “Estelle’s death isn’t the reason he’s seeking revenge.”
    He almost looked disappointed. He was an idiot for falling for a dumbfuck who wasn’t fit to wipe the dog shit from his shoe. It didn’t matter; the moment the moratorium on killing Preston disappeared, I would make damn sure he wouldn’t be around to bother me for much longer. As for what happens to idiots—they do dumb shit to piss me off, practically begging me to put an end to their insignificant lives. By my word, Preston wouldn’t be untouchable forever.
    “It’s due to Nikki’s appearance in your life, isn’t it?” Casper asked. “Seems like she made you hated amongst your cronies. They felt abandoned.”
    “Does it look like I give a shit? Right now, there’s only one person left on this earth who wants to try me.”
    He shook his head with a tinge of sadness in his eyes. “It’s bigger than Preston, Eric. You will give a shit when it’s too late.”
    What the hell did he know that I didn’t? I didn’t want to ask, because it would make him think I didn't have a handle on the situation. I kept my shoulders wide and took another sip of my wine. “I can deal with it,” I stated sharply.
    “Never thought you couldn’t,” he remarked, trying to calm me with his lack of defensiveness.
    I looked at my watch. Nikki had been in the bathroom for thirty minutes. I exhaled deeply and rubbed my temples.

    There were less than a few women in the bathroom, and most of the stalls were empty. In the occupied stall, the absence of ‘fuck me pumps’ suggested it wasn’t Nikki.  
    A few rubberneckers met me with shock and awe before leaving, but one woman continued to do it a little too long.  
    “This is a women’s bathroom, you know,” she pointed at me, making her finger come dangerously close to my face. “Get out of here before I call someone to remove you, because you’re being a pervert.” She transformed from pissed off to turned on once I granted her the pleasure of my eye contact. Boldly, her eyes searched over my body and examined the cock imprint in my pants and licked her lips. It wasn’t something I could help. No matter what the hell I wore—keeping in mind that tailoring is key with everything in my wardrobe—it was clear I was wielding a baby arm between my legs. Sometimes it’s a good thing. Other times, like now, it’s not.
    “No shit, sweetheart.” I marched forward, making her shrink from me. “Do I look vision impaired? Do I speak as though something is wrong with my brain and I can’t process where I am? Do I ?”
    She tripped on her heel and stumbled against the wall. “I’ll call my husband in here.”
    “Please, fucking do. I’m in the mood to disfigure someone’s face. Might as well be your husband.”
    She