It wouldn’t surprise me if Vincent spewed that shit to him. But why? I knew Vincent had it out for me, but I had no idea he resented my father so much.
What else don’t I know?
I try to get some work done for a couple of hours, but I struggle to concentrate.
The door to my office swings open, and Easton strides in.
Lauren stands behind him, mouthing ‘sorry,’ but we both know she wouldn’t have been able to stop him.
“What happened with Vincent?” he asks, helping himself to a glass and the bottle of whiskey.
“He knew exactly what Deveigne was involved with.”
“Fuck,” he says.
“Exactly. From now on, we don’t take any meetings unless they’ve been vetted properly by you.”
He grunts in response before downing the rest of his glass.
“I have a lead on Ian Ross,” he says, placing his glass on my desk, and my head snaps up. “I heard he’s been hiding out with a cousin out of the city or some shit. He knows we’re looking for him.”
“When are you going?”
“Tonight. The last one ended up being a bust, but I’m getting close.” He crosses his arms over his chest and scowls. “Then she’s gone.”
My jaw clenches, and I rub my throbbing temples.
“Grace isn’t as bad as you make her out to be.”
Easton studies me, his eyes roving over every inch of my face. “Did you fuck her?”
“Jesus, Easton.”
“You did… fucking hell, Sebastian!” he yells. “I leave you alone with her for two minutes, and she lures you in with her lying cunt.”
“Enough,” I say in a low voice.
“She wasstalkingyou, Sebastian. Do you even give a shit that she could have had something to do with Elena and Colt’s murder? Or are you more concerned with getting your dick wet?”
My body thrums with fury, and I stand up.
“You need to leave.Now.”
He lets out a humourless laugh. “She’s already got you wrapped around her manipulative finger, doesn’t she?”
“Easton!”
I’m about two seconds away from completely losing it. After everything today, this is the last thing I need.
Easton shakes his head slowly from side to side, looking at me like he doesn’t recognise me at all. Storming out of my office, he slams the door behind him, the sound reverberating through the room.
I drop back into my chair, letting my head fall into my hands as a monstrous headache throbs behind my eyes.
When I finally make it back to the penthouse, I find Grace standing over the kitchen stove.
She smiles over her shoulder at me, but it’s still not like the one from the first night I surprised her, coming home early. It’s softer, more hesitant.
Wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, I bury my face in her neck, letting her soft vanilla scent soothe the pounding in my head. I splay my hands over her stomach, and she covers one with her own, the other still stirring something on the stove.