Bad Bishop (Society of Villains #1)

by L.J. Shen

threw a pink bath bomb into it. The entire bleeding bathroom reeked of essential oils and strawberries. I made a note to torch down the apartment to get rid of the smell. Not that it needed to be set on fire. The temperature was already at a record fucking high. Lila must’ve been a lizard in a previous life, because she liked the thermostat on seventy-six. I preferred it at forty-nine. We settled for seventy-six. Whoever said marriage was all about compromise had never wedded an Italian princess. “Don’t fall asleep in the bath,” I barked out the order. She nodded sleepily, shutting the door in my face. While Lila took a bath, I took my sister’s demented advice. It was shit terrible, but I had zero alternatives. Apparently, giving Lila pills could fuck up the baby. And while that sounded like a win-win situation to me, she seemed fond of the devil’s spawn. Ambling to the kitchen, I grabbed a whiskey bottle and poured three fingers into a tumbler, tossing it back and wiping my mouth. I fished out my phone and texted Rhyland Coltridge. Coltridge was a newly minted tech billionaire. He was also a former escort who used to screw half of New York’s socialites for a living. I had it on good authority he knew what he was doing in the sack. I needed expert advice. Someone who wouldn’t run their mouth. For all his faults—and fuck knew I could write a dissertation about them—he was discreet. I knew, because my sister had hired him to overcome her own hang-ups back in the day. Tiernan...