"Lincoln is dead."
Adrienne was shocked.
"He is dead? Just like that? Why? How?" She asked.
Richard was silent, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw the answers to her questions.
"You are responsible for this? You had him killed?"
"I'm sorry. I had to do it for Juliette. I know I should have told you, but I didn't want to," Richard said.
Adrienne was speechless. She closed her eyes, trying to piece together exactly how she felt about the situation.
"I should give you some time to yourself."
He wanted to leave, but Adrienne pushed him back, making him lie on the bed.
She climbed over him and grabbed his chin.
"Why should I be mad at you? He deserved to die," Adrienne said softly, lowering her head to kiss him.
Richard was so relieved, and he kissed her back passionately.
She moved her lips to his jaw, his neck, and his chest and traced a path down to his waistline.
