Vengeful Matrimony | ✔️

Chapter 34

GISELLE

"Took you long enough," I said when Nicholas finally opened his eyes the next morning.

He closed his eyes and reopened them like he was checking to make sure I was really here. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you last night, but I caught you at a bad time."

"Did I say something stupid last night?" He asked, scratching his head.

"Define stupid," I laughed, but I was met with a droll stare from him. "How come you remember nothing you said? You told Matteo you didn't drink any alcohol," I reminded him.

"I lied," he deadpanned. "I didn't need his shit last night."

For a drunk person, his speech was coherent last night.

His mother's death was something he would never have told me when he was sober. Since he remembered nothing he said, this was a perfect opportunity to save both of us from the awkwardness.

"Are you sure you want to know what you said?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't," he grunted, sitting up on the couch. He was up all of two minutes, and he was already growly. Go figure!

"You said you wished your father was here. You also said you missed him a lot."

Nicholas shook his head. "I would never say that."

"Trust me. I was also surprised when you said that. Guess you still have some love for your old man."

"I would never, in a million fucking years, say that even with a gun pointed at my head."

After everything he told me last night, his hate for his father was understandable. The rage in his eyes said he was revisiting old memories. I had to act fast and make light of the situation.

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms in front of me. "So, what are you insinuating?"

"Nothing. I know you're lying." He rose to his feet, drawing my attention to his toned abs. If I slid my hands down his chest, I'd be able to dig between the ridges of his abdominal muscles. They were that defined. "My eyes are up here, in case you were wondering," he said, dryly.

I looked up at him with a smile to hide my embarrassment. "I'm well aware. Thank you very much for the lesson."

"Quick tip. If you're going to lie, at least make it believable."

"I'm not lying!"

He snorted, heading for his desk. "You said you were here to discuss something with me, or did I imagine that part?" When I shook my head, he asked, "What's the time?"

I checked my phone. "Eight."

"You have only five minutes before someone comes in to remind me I've been avoiding my duties for what? Two days now?"

"It's actually three, but who's counting?" I asked with a smirk.

A shadow of a smile crossed his lips. "Four minutes," he said, pushing the contents of his desk around.

"I want my father dead."

Gregorio belonged in hell with the likes of Nicholas's father, not on earth, terrorizing innocent people just because he felt like he could.

He paused, looking at me over his shoulder. "Where did this come from?"

"It's long overdue. Now, the question is, will you help me?"

"You're hiring me to kill your father. What's in it for me?"

"I'll leave with Cara. You won't have to ever see us. You don't even need to give me money."