Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

Behind him, an attractive brunette rounds the corner into
the room. She’s young and curvy, smiling widely, but the smile
wipes clean off her face when she spots the three of us
standing there, and Kage holding a gun.
She freezes. Looks back and forth between us with wide
eyes.
“Nikki?” she says, her voice high and tight. “What’s going
on?”
Alarmed, she raises a hand to her throat. The huge
diamond on her left ring finger sparkles so brightly it’s almost
blinding.
Still waiting for me, my ass. God, men are so
disappointing.
Looking at David, I say quietly, “How long did you really
wait for me to find you?”
He swallows. Moistens his lips. Shifts his weight from foot
to foot. “A year.”
Kage says drily, “Now do you want me to shoot him?”
I wait for the pain to hit, but it never comes. I feel nothing.
After all this time, I don’t care anymore.
Kage walks around the sofa and picks up my travel bag
from the floor, slinging it over his shoulder. He shoves his gun
into the waistband of his jeans. “Come on, baby. Time to go.”
Then he stands there waiting, holding out a hand.
I walk over to him and take it.
Before we go, I turn back to David and say, “By the way,
Damon, your kids don’t look Sicilian. I saw pictures. They
look exactly like you.”
As we’re walking out, I hear David’s new wife say loudly,
“Who’s Damon? What kids?”
If she’s lucky, it won’t take her more than five years of her
life to find out the truth about the man she’s calling Nikki.
I hope she gets half of that one hundred million.