Bite Me
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I dont think
Her mothers soft hand was now a fist, one forefinger pressing against Livys nose, pushing it hard. You dont have to think. And her mothers voice was low, dangerous. Just keep your mouth shut and be smart. Understand me?
Livy stared at her mother. Hard black eyes stared back. Eyes just like Livys.
Without saying a word, Livy turned and walked out.
The four women sat down in the kitchen table and stared at each other.
Shes going to make this ugly, Kew finally informed them.
As if Joan didnt already know that.
Joan would be the first to admit shed never really understood her daughter. Nor had she bothered to try. All that art talk that had nothing to do with what things cost, or how they could be taken, sold, and the cash received and split up equally among all those involved. That was what art meant to Joan and to Damon and to both sides of their families. Yet Livy believed herself to be an actual artist. She took pictures and expected people to pay to hang them in their homes. And some did. Joan clearly remembered that nosy bitch Jackie Jean-Louis coming to her house, more than once, to discuss Livys future.
Livys future? Joan had always thought her future would be the same as Joans and her sisters and her brothers and their mothers and aunts and uncles and on and on. But Jean-Louis and that ridiculous family of hers kept pushing the art thing again and again until Livy actually believed it. And she was as stubborn as . . . well, as stubborn as Joan. So Joan knew there was no point in fighting her. Instead, shed let her go off and do whatever she wanted. Art school? Sure. Why not? Jobs taking pictures for fancy magazines? Whatever.
There was simply no point in getting a bug up her ass about it because Livy was going to be Livy.
Well, Joan snarled, Im not giving any of those Kowalskis the life insurance money. He was my husband.
Ex-husband, Kew reminded her.
Joan scowled at her sister.
Li-Li tapped her long, manicured nails against the table. Stop this. We need to know what that girl is going to do.
Joan laughed. Ill tell you what shes going to do. She looked at each of her sisters and her aunt. Shes going to tear this world apart to get at whoever did that to her father.
Aunt Li-Li nodded her head. Then we should cancel the job. When her nieces just stared at her, thinking of all that money slipping through their fingers, she added, If you want to keep some control of this situation, Chuntao, then we stay. Its what a caring family would do . . . and we pretend, very well, to be a caring family.
Joan looked at her sisters. Shes right. We do very well atpretending to be a caring family.
CHAPTER 9
Livy stepped off the plane and headed through the airport. She didnt have any luggage. Just her trusty backpack and a whole lot of bitterness.
But the thought of going back to her apartment and facing whatever nightmare was there had Livy dropping into an empty seat in the middle of busy JFK.
She had no idea how long she sat there, staring at absolutely nothing. But, eventually, a text came in on her cell phone. At first, she was going to ignore it, assuming it was Vic again, whod been trying to get in touch with her ever since shed left him standing by that van. But then she decided to look anyway.
Hi. Its Blayne. Can you come to a meeting about the wedding?
Although Livy knew this was probably a bad idea, she realized going to a meeting about a wedding she wanted nothing to do with was way better than going home.
Livy stood and headed toward the exit and, hopefully, a cab. But after less than a minute, she stopped and looked behind her. That was when she realized that airport security was following her.
She didnt know why. She hadnt done anything. Then again . . . Toni had mentioned that when she was in a bad mood, Livy had a tendency to growl under her breath and glare a lot.
If she was doing that at the moment, Livy didnt know. Still, she did jerk her body toward the security team, smirking when they backed up and instinctively placed their hands on their weapons.
Livy turned and walked out of the airport and grabbed the first cab that could take her back to Manhattan.
Vic snapped awake as soon as Shen walked into his room.
She got a plane back from Chicago, Shen said. Hed been monitoring her movements as much as he could from his computer. But Livy, unlike the rest of the universe, wasnt much for revealing her whereabouts through her cell phone or social media. So Shen had to use more unsavory means in order to locate her.
Vic was surprised that Livy had gone to Chicago. As far as he knew, she had no connections there. No family. But after a little digging, he found out that the Kowalskis and Yangs had safe houses all over the States and a lot of other countries. Where those safe houses were specifically located, though, Vic couldnt find out.
Yet he still found it strange that Livy had sought out her family. For as long as hed known her, she never went to her family for anything. If she needed help of any kind, she went to Toni or Tonis parents. No one else seemed to be of use to her. Including Vic.
Hed tried calling her, texting her, e-mailing her . . . everything. And Livy never once called him back. He had no idea what shed seen in that apartment or why she wasnt talking to him. But hearing from Shen that she was back did make him feel a little better.
Her mothers soft hand was now a fist, one forefinger pressing against Livys nose, pushing it hard. You dont have to think. And her mothers voice was low, dangerous. Just keep your mouth shut and be smart. Understand me?
Livy stared at her mother. Hard black eyes stared back. Eyes just like Livys.
Without saying a word, Livy turned and walked out.
The four women sat down in the kitchen table and stared at each other.
Shes going to make this ugly, Kew finally informed them.
As if Joan didnt already know that.
Joan would be the first to admit shed never really understood her daughter. Nor had she bothered to try. All that art talk that had nothing to do with what things cost, or how they could be taken, sold, and the cash received and split up equally among all those involved. That was what art meant to Joan and to Damon and to both sides of their families. Yet Livy believed herself to be an actual artist. She took pictures and expected people to pay to hang them in their homes. And some did. Joan clearly remembered that nosy bitch Jackie Jean-Louis coming to her house, more than once, to discuss Livys future.
Livys future? Joan had always thought her future would be the same as Joans and her sisters and her brothers and their mothers and aunts and uncles and on and on. But Jean-Louis and that ridiculous family of hers kept pushing the art thing again and again until Livy actually believed it. And she was as stubborn as . . . well, as stubborn as Joan. So Joan knew there was no point in fighting her. Instead, shed let her go off and do whatever she wanted. Art school? Sure. Why not? Jobs taking pictures for fancy magazines? Whatever.
There was simply no point in getting a bug up her ass about it because Livy was going to be Livy.
Well, Joan snarled, Im not giving any of those Kowalskis the life insurance money. He was my husband.
Ex-husband, Kew reminded her.
Joan scowled at her sister.
Li-Li tapped her long, manicured nails against the table. Stop this. We need to know what that girl is going to do.
Joan laughed. Ill tell you what shes going to do. She looked at each of her sisters and her aunt. Shes going to tear this world apart to get at whoever did that to her father.
Aunt Li-Li nodded her head. Then we should cancel the job. When her nieces just stared at her, thinking of all that money slipping through their fingers, she added, If you want to keep some control of this situation, Chuntao, then we stay. Its what a caring family would do . . . and we pretend, very well, to be a caring family.
Joan looked at her sisters. Shes right. We do very well atpretending to be a caring family.
CHAPTER 9
Livy stepped off the plane and headed through the airport. She didnt have any luggage. Just her trusty backpack and a whole lot of bitterness.
But the thought of going back to her apartment and facing whatever nightmare was there had Livy dropping into an empty seat in the middle of busy JFK.
She had no idea how long she sat there, staring at absolutely nothing. But, eventually, a text came in on her cell phone. At first, she was going to ignore it, assuming it was Vic again, whod been trying to get in touch with her ever since shed left him standing by that van. But then she decided to look anyway.
Hi. Its Blayne. Can you come to a meeting about the wedding?
Although Livy knew this was probably a bad idea, she realized going to a meeting about a wedding she wanted nothing to do with was way better than going home.
Livy stood and headed toward the exit and, hopefully, a cab. But after less than a minute, she stopped and looked behind her. That was when she realized that airport security was following her.
She didnt know why. She hadnt done anything. Then again . . . Toni had mentioned that when she was in a bad mood, Livy had a tendency to growl under her breath and glare a lot.
If she was doing that at the moment, Livy didnt know. Still, she did jerk her body toward the security team, smirking when they backed up and instinctively placed their hands on their weapons.
Livy turned and walked out of the airport and grabbed the first cab that could take her back to Manhattan.
Vic snapped awake as soon as Shen walked into his room.
She got a plane back from Chicago, Shen said. Hed been monitoring her movements as much as he could from his computer. But Livy, unlike the rest of the universe, wasnt much for revealing her whereabouts through her cell phone or social media. So Shen had to use more unsavory means in order to locate her.
Vic was surprised that Livy had gone to Chicago. As far as he knew, she had no connections there. No family. But after a little digging, he found out that the Kowalskis and Yangs had safe houses all over the States and a lot of other countries. Where those safe houses were specifically located, though, Vic couldnt find out.
Yet he still found it strange that Livy had sought out her family. For as long as hed known her, she never went to her family for anything. If she needed help of any kind, she went to Toni or Tonis parents. No one else seemed to be of use to her. Including Vic.
Hed tried calling her, texting her, e-mailing her . . . everything. And Livy never once called him back. He had no idea what shed seen in that apartment or why she wasnt talking to him. But hearing from Shen that she was back did make him feel a little better.
