“Yep, they sure are.”
“And why do you think she did it?”
“Because Scott always wanted power. So, like a good little wife, she took ours and gave it to him.” She bites the inside of her lip while her eyebrows scrunch. “The cheek of them to live in the house we called home.”
“The cheek,” Lucas agrees, rolling his eyes.
She ignores him and glances down at my hand.
“You’re married?”
Lucas spits out his drink and glances at me.
“I was.”
“Pity.” She shrugs. Lucas raises a brow, and I shake my head at him, knowing full well what he’s about to say.
“You like Joey-boy here?”
“I’d fuck him, yes.” Her words are so vulgar for someone her age, especially one who has been in an all-girls school.
“Aren’t you a little virgin?” Lucas has no filter, and he couldn’t care less. Me, I don’t want to hear what she has to say. At all. She is not where my interest lies.
“Please. I haven’t been a virgin since I was sixteen. And a word to the wise, young ones last longer, bend farther, so you know. If you’re up for it?” She gives me a flirty smile. I look away, not wanting to even engage in this conversation.
“You may dislike her, but you sure as shit have a mouth like her.” Lucas is right. She is full force, shoves stuff in your face, and makes you deal with it. Though, my wife—scratch that—fakewife never propositioned me for sex before like that.
“Is he shy?” she asks Lucas.
“No, just been fucking your sister.” I look back at her then and see her shaking her head. She turns her body away from me, and I can tell she hates that.
“So, what’s the real reason we’re going to her? Is it because she broke your heart, and now you want to kill her? Or do you want her back?”
“More than likely the latter,” Lucas answers for me.
“She did break your heart.”
“No, she didn’t. Just confused it. There is a difference,” I tell her, my tone grating. If they keep on with this shit, I may just floor the gas into the nearest tree.
“If you say so.”
We drive for over an hour, stop to get some food, then drive for another hour. Abigail doesn’t speak again, nor does Lucas until we get closer to our destination. I know we’re almost there when she turns to glance out the window and a small smile flashes on her lips.
“You should ask her why she killed your father,” I tell her. Lord knows why I’m helping her.
“I don’t need to know why. I walked in after she did it. The relief on her face of what she had just done will haunt me forever. I was a mess, and she was smiling.”
“Women don’t kill for no reason,” Lucas adds, surprising me that he’s somewhat defending Adora. “She would have had a reason.”
“Women kill all the time,” Abigail bites back. “She was probably jealous because father loved me more.”
“Tell them you’re here to see your sister,” Lucas orders, sitting back, so they see her when Abigail winds down the window to the guards.
“They’ll see you,” she says, an unimpressed expression.
“Tell them we’re your guards.”
“On one condition.”