“Betje, I’ve been informed of what you’ve been saying,” he said turning his attention to me. I watched him slide his hands into his pockets as he liked to do when he was ready to “correct” one of us.
I glared at him, “And?”
“And I think it’s best if you leave well enough alone,” he replied with a heavy sigh.
“You know, with as much as you hate to admit this to yourself, I know you cared about Amity too,” I said to him.
He chuckled and rubbed his chin thoughtfully before replying.
“No. I cared about how much money she brought in for me. I cared about how she was willing to let me fuck her when I wanted and I cared about how she showed the most subtle hint of jealousy when I had you bent over in my bed. But her? I didn’t care about her. Just what she could do for me,” he explained with a shrug.
“I never thought that even you could be such a heartless bastard,” I said shaking my head in disbelief.
“Lieve is where she belongs and that’s all that matters,” he said sharply.
“All that matters,” I repeated huffily under my breath. Little did he know that I would not accept that she was away from us when it was so clear that she had come to get us. She had come to bring us home and I swore to myself in that moment that I would do the same for her. Amity wouldn’t be abandoned. I wouldn’t allow it.