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I stated the obvious, as though he'd understand the words coming out of my mouth if I talked less. “I've seen my fair share of assassination and this isn't one of them.” He snapped his head to the door as if someone was standing there. His jaw ticking. “Might just be a daylight robbery attempt…” the strength in his tone lessens, “so you don't have to worry?” His fair share of what?! Is that supposed to calm me down?? I gestured for him to pause. “Is that…is that supposed to calm me down?!” Is he fucking serious right now? Is this the right fucking time to suddenly have a dark humor?

But I kept my expression so deadly serious that he swallowed the laugh down. “What do you mean you're a ghost? What kind of a sick joke is this?” “A ghost joke,” I shot back, attempting to deflect his humor. “Aren't I just hilarious?” I pouted, arching a single brow at him. A sudden, genuine laugh escaped his lips. I almost let my own smile slip at my own stupidity. My fingers on his shirt loosened just a fraction, but I tightened my grip again instantly, reminding him that we weren't here to play games. His eyes darted down to my grip, registering the sudden seriousness of the situation.

I say after a long while, trying my best to speak through my laughing fit. His dark gaze falls on me, examining me with boundless curiosity. He has his hands under his chin, appearing to be in a pensive mood. Eventually, I stop laughing like a mad man as the seriousness of the situation sets in. Realization hits me hard. He isn't joking. He is deadly serious. “You can't be serious.” I mumble under my breath, too afraid to raise my voice. His arched brow lets me know that he is enjoying this. Of course he is.

Her copper mane was utterly still, and she was trading nervous, confused glances with Eric, her expression a clear question: What’s so funny? The laughter died instantly in my throat. The realization was a cold, hard stone sinking to the bottom of my stomach. The joke, the absolutely magnificent, sidesplitting joke, was entirely on me. I placed the napkin down with slow, deliberate precision. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the table, my eyes narrowed, instantly glacial. The predatory focus that had made me billions settled over my features like a polished visor. “Oh,” I said, the single word soft, lethal, and very, very serious. “You’re serious.”

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN | INSANITY VIVIAN ADDAMS She turns to me and smiles exactly the way the Joker smiled. “Why the hell do you care, Viv? Don't you want her dead? Isn't she a threat to your marriage? You should be glad I helped you do the job your coward ass couldn't do. Why don't you stop being an ungrateful little brat and thank me for helping you secure your marriage." "What the hell are you talking about?" I growl.

I tell him m with a grunt. “A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay away but can you refrain from calling our relationship a joke?" The chuckles turn into full blown laughter. Well someone is happy with women. Why would he not? “You are an idiot." “Okay now you are just jealous." And they laugh again. There is nothing remotely funny about this clown so I do not understand what they keep laughing at. “Can you be serious for once? I need to ask you about something."

Lizabeth "What?" I looked carefully but he didn't look like he was joking at all, he looked very serious but I knew he was a deformed wolf. Everyone Knew he didn't have a scent so there was no way he could find his mate. "Joker, that's what you are. City clown." I pulled my hand from his grip and he freed me. "So you think if you play the mate card on me I'll continue to be your puppet yh? Oh I get it now." It hit me.

I find myself asking him angrily, with a very loud voice, forcing him to quickly turn his head to look at me with a serious intensity in his eyes. "You really want me to prove it to you right now? Don't worry, probably when the first person strikes you and renders you senseless, maybe that is when you are going to understand this is not a joke, Serena. Okay, we need to be serious right now. I am not fucking kidding." It is so hard to ignore the intensity in his voice, making it plainly obvious to me that this is a situation whereby we can't just cross our arms and allow fate to take its course.

And then I saw it—shadows of heavily built men. "Hey boys." I cackled. Foolish men and their stupid pride. To them, I was just a girl, a girl who was going out of her mind because her lover crossed her. But they hadn’t realized whose presence they were. The Dark Knight. Not the business woman, the head of La famiglia. "You boys are in luck. Unlike I intended, I've decided to make it quick for you all. I have more important people to waste my energy on." I giggled.