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“It hasn’t gone wrong forhim, Grandma. He’s been selling drugs and using people and hurting them, all without a care in the world. He’s been having a grand old time. But not anymore.”
“No?” Grandma says.
I look at Dom for a long moment, then at the woman I love most in this world. “I’ve got information about people dealing drugs and worse on propertiesheowns, and now there’s this stuff with the doctors. I’m going to pass what I have onto the police. And…” I take a breath, knowing this might annoy both of them. “I’m going public. About all of this. He doesn’t deserve to get away with it. If there’s one thing Uncle Aaron cares about, it’s his image. I’m going to take that from him.”
For a beat, Grandma looks terrified. But then I see the old Maggie come into her face, fierce and unafraid and ready to do what it takes.
“He was going to let me die,” Grandma murmurs. “Without the proper care, I could have, right?”
“Yes, Grandma,” I whisper.
She sits up straighter. “Then show him no mercy, Isabella. Don’t give him an inch.”
“I just need to figure out who to call, how to get the word out there.”
“No, you don’t,” Dom says.
“Huh?”
“I’m the founder and CEO of a company that spans the entire nation. I’ve been on more magazine covers than I care to think about. For better or worse, I’m a celebrity. We’ll do this together.”
I’m so touched, I don’t know what to say at first.
“Thank him, Izzy,” Grandma says, smiling.
“Thank you,” I say. “I mean it.”
“We’ll go public with everything,” Dom says. “Even how that twisted fu-freak Sebastian tried to use my father’s sins againstme, as if it were my fault.”
“It’s a new start,” I murmur, gently rubbing Grandma’s hand. “We can put it all behind us. The ALS. The blackmail. The… betrayal. The stuff with your dad, Dom. We can get it out, let the sunlight burn off the poison, and start afresh.”
He smiles at me, nodding. “He tried to turn us against each other. To ruin us. Now, we’ll show him how fucked he is when we work together.” Dom winces. “I’m sorry, Maggie.”
Grandma shakes her head, a feisty grin spreading across her face. “Sorry? I agree. Heisfucked.”
We laugh together, a release all of us desperately need.
CHAPTER 24
DOMINIC
Isit in the back of the limo opposite my woman. She’s dressed in an elegant dark dress, her hair styled expertly around her shoulders. She’s got dark eye makeup around her eyes, giving her a dangerous look. It’s been a day since the revelation at the hospital: a day of activity.
Her grandmother is now back at her home, with round-the-clock medical care while she adjusts to her new treatment. Izzy and I went to the cops with the evidence my perfect detective managed to gather while we were separated. And now, we’re on our way to a TV interview to tell the world what sort of scumbag Aaron really is.
A publicist, the best in the biz, sits in the seat between us. His name is James Smith, and he’s what people describe asnondescript, as though he’s so concerned with other people’s PR, he never needs to worry about his own. He’s focused on his phone, texting.
I take out my cell and shoot a text to Izzy.
Dominic: How are you feeling, beautiful?
She takes her phone from her handbag, then aims a secret smile at me.
Izzy: So nervous, I could puke. But I’m also determined to get this done. What about you? You’re going to be sharing a lot too.
Dominic: I don’t care about that.
After I’ve sent the first text, I immediately write another.
