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Edwin drops to the ground like dead weight, blood already beginning to flow from the injury to his head. The stillness in the room is nothing like the palpable tension that’s growing with every second.
All eyes locked on Iva who looks breathlessand a bit pale.
Jesus. This woman doesn’t hesitate to get violent. She never was like that when we were kids.
“Jeez. Talk the talk but can’t fucking walk. Five million, and you could have hired Warren and his entire secret agent company to do your dirty work,” she whines, only to sway.
I’m not fast enough to catch her, but Ares is.
“Shit. Verena.”
“You know…” she begins and attempts to not lean so much on Ares, but she’s struggling. “You lot of sickos have to learn how to feed your captives, or they’ll die from starvation.”
“Shit,” Ares curses under his breath. “Warren told us to feed her when she woke up.”
“We don’t need to do shit for you,” I argue.
“Yeah, yeah,” she mutters, but it’s more of a weak whimper. “I’m just gonna die off now.”
“You have diabetes?”
We’re all looking to Zander, whose expression is a mix of fury and fear. Iva only chuckles weakly while it seems her limbs have given up trying to keep her from standing.
“Ding, ding, ding…” she almost slurs. “We have…a winner.”
“Fuck. Verena? How the fuck do we help you?” Ares presses with urgency as he shakes her as if it’ll force her to stay awake.
“Warren…” she mutters, but then she’s totally out.
“Dammit,” I curse and pull my phone out to call Kian, but the door busts open with Warren dragging a very familiar blind douche back into our office.
Bleeding, bruised, and barely conscious.
One look at Ares, who’s cradling Iva, has him cursing before he drops the blind fucker and is pulling something out of his pocket.
Then he’s stabbing Iva into her right upper thigh.
“What the fuck?” I question but watch as something is quickly injected into Iva’s body. She groans as if it gives a hint of relief, but her head bobs to the other side while her body is limp once more.
Warren doesn’t bother asking questions.
“If you three don’t put Miss Prescott’s health in top priority when she signs the contract, this shit isn’t happening,” he drills. “I don’t get paid enough to come back after your weasel of a blind rat escapes, thanks to your lovely Security Lead.”
“Edwin did it?” I snap.
“You thought he was here to apologize and beg for forgiveness?” Warren snaps back, but his eyes are on Iva’s wrist, still handcuffed to the wooden chair. “And if one of you doesn’t get those handcuffs off Miss Prescott in ten seconds…”
Ares doesn’t wait for him to add to his open threat. Instead, he asks the prime question on everyone’s mind.
“How did Verena know Edwin was the culprit?”
“The question you should be asking is why Mr. Prescott adopted a child, raised her to attend the highest private schools in the district until opting for homeschooling, and given the golden opportunity to attend an academic institution he despises instead of the prestige school he generously endorses,” Warren counters before he pulls out a different device.
He walks over to Edwin and stabs him in the neck with it. The groan of pain that leaves his parted lips follows with a sigh as he goes completely limp.
“He’ll be out for twelve hours. Enough time for you three to go play ‘house’ with your rich family before punishing these weak wimps,” Warren summarizes and proceeds to scoop Iva up.
He does it swiftly, yet I can tell he’s cautious with the way he holds her. Like one move will drop and shatter her into pieces.
