69. Game

Ripley’s pov

“I don’t want to keep playing this game.” I told Cas. “I’m calling Oliver and arranging a meeting. I want you there.”

“Okay.”

Ripley giggled, “That’s it? You had this big plan and everything.”

Cas winked at me, making me instantly feel butterflies in my stomach. “My plan isn’t necessarily tied to Oliver. He’s just a cog in the machine. I want to break the whole fucking machine apart. Make sure there’s nothing left to ever rebuild.”

“You sound like a man looking for vengeance,” I joked. I half joked; talking about breaking things apart was maybe a bit much.

Cas pulled me close to him, giving me a kiss that made my legs weak. “The type of man Simon is... He won’t go down without a fight. He’ll try to come for me and for everyone I love if I let him. The things I found are so fucking bad, Ley. That man deserves to go to prison.”

“So, give the cops everything you’ve learned.” I said, looking up into the eyes of the most handsome man alive. God, how could someone be this