I was grateful that there was a decent amount of space between us, but it still wasn’t enough. He leaned forward and loosely draped his arms across his knees.
“Are you going to keep this up the whole flight?”
“Keep what up?”
“Your attitude.”
He couldn’t be serious. After what he’d just pulled and essentially kidnapping me, did he expect a cheerful travel companion?
“This isn’t me having an attitude. You’re ruining my life again over a promise you made when we were teenagers.”
His head cocked to the side as if I’d said something that puzzled him. “Again? Your life has been nothing but pitiful since the day you walked away from me. I’m going to fix that.”
“I don’t want anything from you unless it’s your goddamn head on my mantle.”
His pristinely white teeth flashed as he laughed. “You’ve threatened to kill me twice now. Keep going, it makes my dick hard.”
“It would.” God, he was still next-level infuriating.
“So, are you also going to fix the eviction I’ll get if I don’t pay rent? My job termination? And you know Joey’s probably pissing himself and preparing to call the police. What do you plan to do about the arrest warrant I’m sure to have when someone finds my fuck buddy’s body?”
The mention of Diego wiped the grin right off his face, causing his mask to slip for the briefest second. It was enough for me to see I’d struck a nerve.
Good.
“All of that is irrelevant,” Gavin stated casually.
I looked across the high-class jet that was more like a futuristic spaceship to where he was sitting and studied him. He’d gone from a pretty boy that you’d find riding waves in the ocean to lethal and ruggedly handsome.
His dirty blonde hair was cropped on the sides and long on top. His indigo eyes were colder than I remembered.
He'd ditched his suit jacket the second we entered the jet. In a long-sleeved button-down beneath suspenders doubling as a holster for the guns he was carrying, I had to admit, this image suited him much better.
A scar he’d acquired from somewhere ran down the side of his face, but it did nothing to take away how good he looked. I wondered what his role would be considered these days. Back at Pesadilla, he’d been one of Judas’ closest friends. He had to of done some pretty unsavory things over the years to still be by his side.
“The dead body in my bed is irrelevant?”
“Don’t concern yourself with any of that. You won’t get tied up in anything, I’m going to handle it,” Judas reassured.
I scoffed and slouched against the warm leather seat.
“Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.”
“The only thing that should matter to you right now, aside from us being back together, is that I’m not going to let you get caught in any crossfires. How could I? I’m your accomplice.”
I was more concerned about that second comment than him baiting me with the first. His tone and the arrogant smirk on his face immediately set me further on edge. “My accomplice how? What the hell does that even mean?”
“You supplied the gun. I pulled the trigger.”
What? His fucking audacity knew no bounds. Audrey shifted uncomfortably in the seat on my right, looking between the two of us with wide eyes. She had yet to say a word nearly the whole trip, all her worries displayed in the permanent frown she was sporting.
“The guy shouldn’t have been stepping out on his wife,” Gavin supplied amusedly.
“He didn’t…” Did he really just say what I think he did? “Diego’s married?”
“He’s been married for five years,” Gavin replied. “And when you found out your anger spiraled out of control.”
Okay, that didn’t make any sense whatsoever. I was disgusted and angry on behalf of his wife I’d known nothing about until a second ago, but not to the extent that I would whip out my Glock and get trigger happy. Ruin my life over mediocre dick I hadn’t sampled yet? Not a chance in hell.
“Where are you in this scenario, Judas? Two seconds ago, you and I were accomplices.”
“As long as you’re by my side, we are.”
Ah, now I got it.
This fucking asshole always had everything planned out.
My gun didn’t walk itself out of my nightstand and fire on its own accord. Seeing as he’d been wearing gloves up until we bordered this fancy-ass jet, that left only my and Audrey’s fingerprints on a murder weapon.
“Blackmail? How unoriginal of you.”
“I do whatever is necessary to get what I want.”
“But it wasn’t necessary, Judas. You could have knocked on the door and held a conversation with me like a regular human being.”
He gave me a look that screamed bullshit. “Oh. So, you’d have invited me in and offered me a drink then, Rhiannon? Would we have sat down and caught up on this great life you’ve been living?”