Page 90 of Vicious King

“There’s nowhere safer for him,” he tells me. “Don’t worry about the money.”

I shake my head, and he leans over to whisper in my ear.

“I made a hundred and twenty-five million dollars the other night, baby. Trust me, we’ve got this.”

Holy shit. I guess I don’t have to clip coupons anymore.

“He can’t go to public school,” he says. “And you want to work, not homeschool our children.”

He’s right. I’m not a teacher. And Charlie thrives in school, with other kids. He’s a total social butterfly.

“So, he’ll be with, like, politicians’ kids and celebrities’ kids and stuff?”

Carson nods. “All of those musicians with residencies here in Vegas? Their kids have to go to school somewhere. The governor’s kid. Other diplomats.”

I’m nibbling on my lip, and the door opens, and Mr. Smithers comes back in.

“I hope I gave you enough time. I also wanted to remind you that we usually have a two-year waiting list, but because it’s you, we’ll make room for Charlie tomorrow.”

I blink at him. “Because it’s who, exactly?”

Carson chuckles next to me. “Let’s start the paperwork.”

Less than an hour later, we meet our men at the vehicle, and when we’re inside, headed back to the main road, I frown at my husband.

“What did he mean?”

“About what, Sunshine?”

“Because it’s you, you don’t have to wait for two years.”

“Baby, haven’t you realized who I am? I don’t mean to sound like an egomaniac, but I run this town, along with my brothers. Who, by the way, will all end up sending their kids to school here. I have everyone in my pocket. No one does fucking anything without us knowing about it. So, if I want to enroll sixty kids in that school tomorrow, they’ll make it fucking happen.”

My husband is a powerful man.

“And how did you hear about this place?”

“Cillian’s brother, Declan, used to live here full time, and he has a daughter.”

I nod slowly, still trying to wrap my head around everything.

I’m sending my boy to a school that costs seven figures a year.

And my husband is one of the most powerful men in this city. Maybe the state.

That’s kind of hot.

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RINA

Ithink I’m more nervous than my boy is.

Charlie is bouncing in the seat next to me, his backpack on the floor at his feet, ready to meet his teacher and make new friends.

And I feel like throwing up.

I know that this isn’t his very first day of school, but this is a new class with strangers, and I just want him to have a good time.