Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set by Lola Swain, Ava Ayers Page B

didn’t you?”
    “Yes,” I said.
    “You went after Brandt even though you knew I was in love
with him because you didn’t think I deserved him over you, right?”
    “Right,” I said.
    “You thought because you were some beautiful model and
because you thought I was a fat, ugly nobody, I was no threat to you, isn’t
that right?” Nellie said through clenched teeth.
    “No,” I said, “I did think you were a threat.”
    “I want to tell you something, Brandt loves me and always
will and you are nothing! You’re dead and I’m leaving with your fucking
husband! Who won, bitch?” Nellie said and spit in my face.
    “You won, Nellie,” I said, remembering my conversation
with James. “You won the prize.”
    “I won!” Nellie said. “I won!”
    “Would you shut the fuck up?” Brandt said as he barreled
through the bedroom door. “May I remind you, that the fucking manager of the
hotel was just here asking about the noise? Now, get away from her.”
    “I’m sorry, baby,” Nellie said and climbed off the bed.
“She just makes me so angry.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s no threat to you. Now, I’ve
been trying to figure out a way to work around this little detour you took us
on,” Brandt said as he took off his robe and started to dress. “I’m Sophia’s
husband. I’m her next of kin so everything passes to me. I told the manager I
have to go to Boston tonight. I’ll make my presence known once I get back, see
friends, go to all the haunts. I’ll talk up the wedding...happiest day of my
life, blah, blah, blah.”
    “Brilliant, baby!” Nellie squealed and hugged him.
    If Brandt was an actual attorney rather than an imposter
attorney, he would have a stellar career.
    “We’ll rough this place up before we leave separately.
They’ll find Sophia and I’ve already established my alibi with the manager and
presence in Boston.”
    “What about her parents?” Nellie said as she threw my
clothes back into my suitcase.
    “They’re going to be tough,” he said and whistled.
    “I’ll say!” I said. “They will bury you two twits!”
    “They’ve only met me once and I think I made an
impression, but I’m sure they’re tightwads. That bitch roommate of hers is
going to be hard to get rid of.
    “Poor Katt,” I said. “She was one thousand percent right.”
    “We’ll figure it out baby, we always do. What about this?”
Nellie said and held the candlestick up.
    “Bring it with you,” Brandt said. “We’ll either throw it
in the Harbor or keep it.”
    “Yes!” Nellie said and wrapped her arms around Brandt’s
waist. “We can put it on the mantle of our new penthouse apartment. Then, when
we light a fire, we can always give thanks to Sophia Pearson for making this
all possible,” Nellie said and giggled.
    They ran around the room gathering up evidence to take
with them and wiping down evidence that may incriminate them.
    They trashed the entire suite, knocking over furniture and
tossing drawers across the room. Nellie dumped the beautiful bouquet of
long-stemmed roses, a gift from the hotel for our honeymoon, on the floor and
she stomped the petals into the floor and stained the white carpet. They
damaged the lock on the door so it wasn’t outwardly visible and tore every
painting off the wall and slashed it to bits.

Brandt chucked the contents of my purse on the bed, he
stole my keys, every last cent of cash and all my credit cards out of my
wallet.
    “They’ve done this before,” I said as I watched how
efficiently they worked together. “A team.”
    And then they did the worst thing.
    Right before they left the suite, they came back into the
bedroom and stood next to my body. Brandt stared down at me and shook his head.
    “I didn’t want this to happen,” he said.
    “I know you didn’t, baby,” Nellie said and rubbed his
back.
    “I’m a good person,” he said.
    “Of course you are, baby,” Nellie said. “You have a good
heart.”
    “No,” he said and