Chapter 50
Shay-Lee
T he expression on Dion’s face as I walked into his office was one of pleasure, with his lips curled into a wide smile and his eyes full of sickening enjoyment. Yet, the tension between his brows didn’t escape me, and I was sure that among his amusement also lurked suspicion.
“ Mon péché , to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face so soon?” He rose up from his chair and rounded his desk. “Did your little boyfriend die and you came here looking for a new man?” His hand reached to touch me, but I slapped it away.
“I’m glad to inform you that Camilo is very much alive. Now, how about dropping the nickname ? I’m not your little sin , nor was I ever, and clinging to that idea is rather pathetic,” I hissed, eyes full of hate for this prick who kept calling me his mon péché. I’m no one else’s but Camilo’s.
“Aren’t you sassy tonight, all ready for a fight? I love it,” he groaned, biting his lip. “Not at all as scared as you were yesterday, hmm?”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed. “How about you stop being an old pervert so we can cut to the chase?”
“ Oh mon Dieu, mais quelle grossièreté .” He chuckled. “But fine, since I’m curious as to what you’re doing in my office this late, smelling of smoke and covered with soot, let’s sit down.” He waved toward the seating area at the side of his office.
I took my seat first while he lingered to pour us both a drink before joining me. As he did, I quickly studied the big fish tank installed on the other side of the office. Dion then placed a crystal glass before me and sat down on the sofa opposite.
Having no intention of sharing a drink with him, I leaned forward, eyes locked with his. “Just in case someone asks, I need you to provide me an alibi and say that I was here the whole evening.”
His brow rose to his hairline. “That’s interesting.” He sipped from his drink, then clicked his tongue. “And why would I do that?”
“I’ll pay you.”
He snorted, waving a hand around his office. “Do I look like a man who lacks money?”
“One hundred million dollars.”
Even Dion, with all his mockery and attitude, couldn’t hide the shock on his face after hearing my offer.
“One hundred million dollars for an alibi? What did you do, kill someone?” he asked, the permanent mask on his face slipping for a quick second.
My lips formed a thin line before I forced a smile. “As if I’m going to tell you. And no, this amount doesn’t stand for an alibi alone, but also for a guarantee to dispose of any evidence that may be used against Camilo in the near or far future.”
His brows pulled close, a thin line forming between his gray eyes. “And what makes you think I have something like that?”
“I know you do, like the video of him killing my dad.” My jaw twitched as I hardened my stare. “Get rid of it.”
Dion’s eyes turned wide, his smile wiped off his face. “How do you know about it?”
Ignoring his question, I stood up. “Do we have a deal? ”
“And what if I refuse?” he challenged me.
A small smile tinged my lips. “As of now, I’m one of the richest men on this planet. You don’t need me to tell you that with money comes power. What belonged to my dad is now mine, and I plan to use it wisely. I also plan to crush anyone who stands in my way, so don’t be in my way.”
Something flashed in Dion’s eyes before he stood up. “Sounds like the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree after all.”
His words stung, but they were also true. If protecting Camilo would turn me into a devil, so be it. I was more than willing to be a monster to anyone but him.
“Besides, what’s stopping me from killing you right now?” Dion questioned, his voice low and full of danger.
Not flinching underneath his intense stare, I held my chin up. “If you wanted me dead, you would have done it in the warehouse.” I sent my hand forward. “Now, do we have a deal or not?”
Dion glanced at my outstretched hand, then at me, his face a mask I couldn’t read. He lingered enough for my hand to tire, and I feared he’d say no when finally, he gripped my hand tight and pulled me closer.
“It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Rogers ,” he whispered in my ear, voice so sweet one could think he dipped his words in honey.
Son of a bitch. If he thought comparing me to my dad would bother me, he was wrong.
I slipped my hand from his grip a moment later and kept my distance from him as he explained to me how we’d do the money transfer without catching the authorities’ attention. I wasn’t worried about him not keeping his side of the deal because if what Camilo had told me was right, Dion had lost a lot of money due to Oro’s interference with his drug shipments over the last year. Therefore, I knew the greedy bastard was thirsty for money. Since a hundred million wouldn’t even change the balance of my fat bank account, it was nothing if not a wise investment for my future.
Erase that.
Our future.
From here on out, Camilo’s life and mine were laced together, like golden ivy leaves woven into a God’s crown. We became an inseparable part of each other, and nothing would break us apart.