Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
HARPER
“Let me see you enjoy us,” Felix murmurs against my neck. His strong arms wrap tight around my waist, hugging my naked body from behind.
“Us?” I gasp, hot and wet between my thighs. The bedroom lights are dim. I can barely see.
“Yes, Princess. Welcome home, baby.” The whisper comes from in front of me, from a voice so deeply etched into my soul I’d recognize it in any lifetime.
Suddenly, there’s a second set of lips on my neck. A second pair of hands spreading my legs. I flinch, moaning at the exhilarating heat that spreads through me.
“Fuck, bro. Look how desperate our girl is for us,” Tyler groans, pulling back to watch me. “Our pretty ballerina.”
“Tyler?” My pulse stumbles with a sudden rush of love, having him here with us.
His gaze is dark, heavy with desire. He’s been withdrawn for years, plagued by guilt and the loss of our trio. But none of those burdens live in his eyes tonight. There’s a youthfulness to him. He’s smirking at me, carefree in a way I haven’t seen from him since he was… eighteen.
I glance back at Felix, seeing fewer tattoos and a younger face.
It dawns on me. The three of us are existing in my mind right now. A dream. The way we used to be before life ripped us apart.
“You taking her ass or pussy, bro?”
Felix laughs, kissing my jaw. “Think we can both fit in the same hole? You’d love that, Little Sinner, wouldn’t you?”
My throat is suddenly tight. Felix and Tyler fade, no matter how hard I try to cling to them. The loss of their touch feels like I’m suffocating.
I shoot upright in bed, sweating, gasping and crying.
“Harper?” Felix wakes within an instant, drawing me onto his lap. “Shit. I’m here. You’re safe. Just breathe. It was a bad dream and nothing more.”
Every night, without fail, I’m waking in a panic from these dreams, and it’s beyond embarrassing for Felix to see me like this.
“Please tell me what the dream was about,” he whispers. “I can’t help you unless you’re honest with me. You can always be honest with me.”
“I…” No words will come out. I’ve needed Felix back in my life for the longest time. I can’t ruin what I’ve fought so hard to claim.
Felix tips my chin up to him, his eyes gentle, searching mine. “Was it a dream about Tyler?”
I stiffen, shocked at how perceptive he is. Though, I shouldn’t be. Felix is always in tune with me. I should have known he would figure my dreams out on his own.
“Yes. I’ve been dreaming about Tyler. And you. They’re not bad dreams.” My voice wavers, filled with sadness. “They’re… from when we were young. When the three of us were happy. The dreams aren’t real and I think that’s why I’ve been waking distressed.”
Before I can say anything more, Felix’s phone lights up on the bedside table with an incoming call.
“Ignore it,” he says.
“No. It could be important.”
“You’re more important.”
“What if it’s about Gregor?”
To appease me, Felix answers his phone. “Whatever the issue is, make it quick.”
I recognize Theo’s voice but can’t distinguish anything he’s saying.
Felix freezes. “You’ve identified Gregor? Get up to my apartment now.” He ends the call and rushes to pull on a pair of pants. “Theo will be here in a minute to discuss Gregor.”
“Let me get dressed and join you.”
He takes a breath to calm himself, then kneels in front of me, holding my hands and gazing into my eyes. “Are you okay after the dream?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“We’ll finish this discussion later. I promise.”
“There’s nothing to discuss.”
“You’re not hiding from this conversation. Your happiness is everything to me.” His lips press to mine then he passes me my dressing gown.
Within five minutes, I’m sitting on Felix’s lap in the living room, listening to Theo as he serves himself a drink from the cocktail cart. Ice clinks against crystal as he pours.
“I paid a visit to our friend Beaumont at his club. Caught him in his office with his dick in a woman who wasn’t his wife. I let the lady run off while holding him at gunpoint. Told him I’d spare his life and keep his indiscretion a secret if he cooperated by answering my questions.”
Felix drapes my legs over his lap, stroking my calves absentmindedly while focusing on Theo’s words. “What information did you get out of him?”
“Gregor’s real name is Quentin Ferguson. He’s not a cop. Whatever he told you was a lie so you’d let him escape.”
“If he’s not a cop, how the fuck did he link Paul’s murder back to me?”
Theo lowers to the armchair opposite us, swirling his drink.
“Once I learned Quentin’s real name, I looked into his history.
He was in the police force for a few years then switched to being a freelance private investigator.
His license was revoked recently for immoral practices.
I’m guessing those immoral measures he took were how he traced the murder to you. ”
“What’s his connection with Beaumont?” Felix asks.
“Ferguson has had his eye on you for a while but was looking for a way to get close. When he heard you were searching for a developer, he blackmailed Beaumont into recommending him.”
“Blackmailed with what information?”
Theo raises a brow, sickened. “Apparently not all of Beaumont’s extra-curricular activities outside his marriage are with people of legal age.”
Shocked silence settles over us before Felix asks, “What happened next?”
Theo laughs. “I put a bullet in his head.”
Felix nods in approval. “As for Quentin, what else have you found on him?”
“He’s been left with a massive fortune, being the last in the Ferguson line. No extended family. No spouse or kids. He’s unemployed.”
“In simple terms, his death will be easy to cover up.”
“Exactly.” Theo lifts his glass in a mock toast.
“Track him down and kill him,” Felix orders without a second of hesitation.
I’m still adjusting to Felix’s world and gulp down surprise at how easily he throws out the command. I shouldn’t find this side of Felix attractive, but I do. I love witnessing all of him and how fierce he can be.
There’s darkness in me too. I’ve spent my life trying to suppress it. Not anymore.
Being with Felix, I’m living outside the law. Not only do I want to see Quentin Ferguson dead, but I want to be the one who kills him. If he comes anywhere near me, I’ll stab my dagger into his heart and I won’t feel an ounce of remorse.