||Vicious||

Chapter 25

IT WAS TIME I CAME face to face with Jo.

I needed to. Not because of closure or to talk about it or some psychological bullshit, but because I needed to deal with what she'd done. She'd tricked my father. She'd sent her brother to kill my mother. And now she'd revealed her true, shitty personality again by firing Emilia's folks.

This had to stop.

It had to stop a long time ago, but now I didn't have time to stew in my anger for her anymore. I had to act.

My plan wasn't sophisticated. It wasn't brilliant. It was actually borderline stupid. But it was the only one I had at this point.

I hoped Jo wasn't there when I got to town, because it would've made things a lot easier, but I knew that more than likely, she was there and waiting for me.

The flight to San Diego passed quickly. I had so much shit to catch up on, seeing as I'd slept through the majority of the day two days ago—hence my lateness to Emilia's commute home. At least I saw the complete and utter relief on her face when I finally made it, albeit ten minutes late when she was already at the door.

Our private driver, Cliff, was no longer at my disposal, seeing as my father no longer owned the car, so I took a cab to Todos Santos and called Dean on my way there. We were still cold to each other, but being the new majority shareholder of FHH—something neither Jaime nor Trent liked one bit—had made Dean fucking agreeable for a change. He was no longer falsely heartbroken over his ex-girlfriend, and if I didn't know better, I'd think he actually loved the LA life.

"Where's a good Mexican place to eat in this city?" he muttered when he picked up the phone, then yawned. It was seven in the morning. Jesus fuck.

"Pink Taco. Listen, I need a favor."

"Another one?" Dean groaned.

I could practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line, and it grated on my nerves. I could also practically hear another woman in my bed moaning for him to lower his voice.

And then another one.

Two. Goddammit, Dean.

"Spit it out." He sighed.

"I'll be at your place tonight, ten or later. We'll party all night. You're throwing a big-ass party at my condo, and you must invite a ton of people. I'm talking at least fifty."

"And why the fuck?"

"Dean," I warned. I hated it when he asked questions. He never asked the right ones. "Just do it."

"Fine, asswipe."

I hung up the phone just as I entered the estate. The codes were the same. Jo hadn't bothered changing them for some reason. She didn't think I'd come back. Naturally. She didn't know I was privy to what they did to my mom. I think she just assumed I hated her because she was competition. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't the truth.

My first stop was at Emilia's parents at the servants' apartment. I knocked on their door and walked right in. They were packing. Her mom, Charlene, shoved their tacky tablecloths and family pictures into a box while her dad swept the floor. Like fucking Jo deserved them cleaning their house before they left.

"You need to come with me," I told them. I didn't ask them how they were doing because the answer was fucking obvious, and I didn't offer my apology because it wasn't my fault Josephine was a nasty piece of work. Instead, I offered solutions. Fast ones. "I booked you a room at a hotel and rented a space for your stuff in a self-storage warehouse outside of town. Come on, the taxi's waiting."