FariaI had heard Corbin coming up the stairs long before he arrived. Those heavy, steel-tipped boots. His sure, steady gait. I was grateful to him for stopping the mob out there, but I was still afraid of him. He was a Devil’s Wing, loyal only to a club full of cruel, tough men.
I wondered if he was coming to ask me about Honisha or my aunt.
I wondered if he was coming to f**k me. That thought sent both a thrill of fear and excitement in me. I was conflicted, confused, and most of all, exhausted.
I needed to find out what the hell was going on with Aunt Venus, Honisha, and the envelope. It was just like money laundering: it only worked if you had options and information.
The best way to get information, I thought, is a trick.
I’d noticed the bizarre, coded locking system as soon as I’
