“On what?”
“On what Regan wants.” She glanced down at me, eyes wide. “You make the call, Rebel. What do you want done to him?”
“Rebel?” Elliot asked. “That’s what he calls you? And you like this, Regan? You know what he does and you go along with it?”
“Go along with it?” I asked with a laugh. “I’m having her run it now.”
“And yes,” she said, sitting up straighter, “I like it.”
I reached up, pulling out the necklace she still wore. I grabbed the heart, and flipped it between my fingers before using it to pull her lips down to mine. “I think saying you like it might be an understatement, Rebel.” I felt her thighs clench and tried to tame my own thoughts. “I told you, you left a prized possession on the side of the street with me. I took her, and I really have to thank you, Elliot. Without you, I would have never met the woman of my dreams.”
“You think she’s the woman of your dreams? She’s boring and useless.”
“You hear that, Rebel? He thinks you’re useless. Do you want to tell us what you would like his fate to be? Should we kill him now? Take a few fingers off first? Maybe just cut out his tongue for saying those things to you. Why don’t you tell us what you want done to him?”
“And you all are going to listen to her?” he asked, eyes wide.
Evie walked over, falling back into the chair next to him. “Don’t like a woman you tried to kill having control of your fate?” she asked, before flipping out a knife and slamming it down into the chair, right between his legs. It didn’t hit anything, but he still screamed as though it had sunk into skin.
“Shut up,” Regan yelled, moving to the edge of my lap. “Why did you walk me down that road? Were you trying to kill me?”
Elliot’s eyes were wild as they jumped from the knife between his legs to Regan. “No!” he yelled, the panic in his voice bubbling up. “Well, no, I wasn’t going to kill you, but we thought if you went missing, it would save me and your dad some work!”
“How sweet. Too much of a coward to kill her yourself, and too stupid to know if the person you were leaving her with would kill her or take her. I’ve never been happier to ruin someone’s plans. What do you want with him, Rebel?”
“Can we start by shutting him up now?” she asked. “I don’t know if I can hear any more of that.”
“The tongue, then?” Hero asked, already pulling the knife out of the chair and leaning over him. Aiden grabbed his head, tipping it back so Hero could force his mouth open.
“Wait!” Regan said, attempting to get up, but I pulled her back. “Leave his tongue for now! Just gag him.”
“Why?” Aiden asked. “We don’t mind doing it if that’s what you want.”
“Just not yet. In case we need any more information from him.”
“So smart, Rebel. Alright, keep the tongue.”
Hero rolled his eyes. “I swear if you don’t let me?—”
“Oh, knock it off, Hero,” she said, almost lovingly. “There will be plenty of time for you to do your freak stuff.”
He grinned back, stepping away to lean against a window as Aiden gagged Elliot.
My chest swelled with pride. She wasn’t shying away or scared. She was ready to take on the world, and I only hoped nothing was going to stop her from doing it at my side now.
A fucking queen. I smiled up at her as she scowled at Elliot. My lap could be her throne any day of my life.
The front door slammed again, and my heart rate jumped. I think it was finally time to get my revenge.
Forty-One
Rook
Inever knew what my revenge would be for Cameron Fletcher, but I had thought about it endlessly for years. I had thought about burning his house down, ruining his business, wrecking everything he loved.
But none of it compared to him walking into his own office to find his daughter sitting on my lap behind his desk.
His face fell, the world coming to a halt as Aiden and Kane grabbed him.
