Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“You know, I imagined how this would play out in a lot of different ways. It was important for me to get it right, especially after all the planning.”
My brows pull together in a frown. “I’m confused. What planning?”
“But then I waded through all the memories of when I felt so belittled and humiliated by you, and I remembered that night all those years ago when I confessed how I truly felt about you. That I was in love with you. And then I tried to kiss you, and you turned away and laughed it off, telling me I was drunk.” She blows out a slow breath to steady her emotions. Then she scoffs. “I tell you that I am in love with you. That I want to be with you and what do you do? You laugh at me. Just like you always did.”
“What are you talking about? I never laughed at you.”
And I didn’t. I knew what it felt like to be laughed at. I knew what it was like to be humiliated. I might have been a bitch back then, but I never laughed at anyone. My father taught me how deep that hurt could cut, and I wasn’t ever going to pollute someone else’s veins with that kind of pain.
“Oh, you didn’t laugh at my face. But I knew you laughed behind my back.”
“I didn’t, I swear to God. Jules, what is going on?”
She starts to laugh. “Are you really that dumb? Bitch, it was me. I have your money. I killed Harrison.”
I stare at her, utterly disbelieving. “Jules, you’re not making any sense. Why would you kill Harrison?”
Is my friend suddenly some kind of criminal mastermind?
“You learn a lot when your best friend gives you the key to the Bamcorda Mafia. All those years of playing tagalong, staying over in the mansion, going on family dinners while your father talked business. You watch and absorb it all. How all the big players play, what their roles are, what their strengths are, what their weak links are. I was invisible, but I heard and saw everything. Harrison, now he was easy pickings. When I found out he’d stolen your money, I knew my chance had finally come.”
“How did you know he’d stolen my money?”
“The day at the restaurant when your card wouldn’t work. It didn’t take a genius to work out he’d run off with all your money. Only I figured it out before you, because you’re so dumb when it comes to the simplest of things.”
Of all the things that could hurt me right now, being called dumb somehow manages to make it to the top of the list.
“I knew where to find him. I’d spent enough time around him at your father’s house to know the first thing he’d buy would be a whole new wardrobe of those custom suits he loved so much. And there was only one place he’d ever go to get them. So I made sure I ran into him. He was cautious at first, of course, but when he realized I didn’t know anything about your missing money, he relaxed, and let’s just say his male urges made him easier to manipulate. Side note, he was filthy dirty, and I was only too happy to give it to him that way as long as he did what I told him to do.”
“You slept with him so you could steal my money from him?”
“Forty-two million dollars is a lot of compensation for having to do the shit he wanted me to do to him.” She scoffs. “He confessed to me about Massimo paying him to hide your money. So I convinced him to double-cross Massimo and run away with me and all your millions. Told him I’d give him all the dirty sex he wanted, and the fool was only too quick to agree.” She cocks an eyebrow. “See, I know what the boys like, and I know how to give it to them.”
“But you killed him.”
“Because I wasn’t going to share all that money with him. Of course, I had to get a bit heavy-handed with him. Force him at gun point to send the money to an offshore bank account.” Her grin is pure evil. “Then click, click, boom, he was one less thing to worry about, and I was forty-two million dollars richer.”
I can only stare at her, momentarily speechless. Who even is this psychopath standing in front of me?
“You made it look like a hit,” I say numbly.
“Of course I did. I’d been around Tony Vincelli and his dumbass boys long enough to know how it would go down. You know, for supposedly tough Mafia men, those boys have loose lips. The shit I’d hear when I was at your house. No wonder the Bamcorda empire fell so easily. You had too many stupid people in high places.”