Page 90 of Jameson’s Salvation

“That means there’s a war coming. Reggie’s a dumb fuck and took it too far. Now we know how he got Gary Earle to invest in his business. Bet there’s more of that kind of shit in those files,” Weston said.

I didn’t know what war meant, and I didn’t think I wanted to know. I just wanted this done and Reggie out of my life. However that came to be, I didn’t care.

27

Jameson

Jameson had completely detached from the situation. It was the only way for him to function at that point. In his mind, the pictures and videos were no longer of him and the woman he loved, they were strangers. He’d locked down every emotion in an effort to keep himself from committing murder.

Jameson wanted nothing more than to strangle Reggie Coleman with his bare hands and spit on his lifeless body.

The devastation in Kennedy’s eyes had been too much for him. He knew if he didn’t shut down he’d do something that would land him in prison for the rest of his life, and Kennedy would be lost to him forever.

A few months ago, he would’ve acted on impulse and damn the consequences, now he had too much to lose. He finally had a future and he wouldn’t jeopardize it, not even for sweet vengeance.

“Now’s the time to make the call.” Nix nodded to McKenna’s laptop. “Reggie’s pissed and backed into a corner. He needs to feel like he’s in control, and having Kennedy push him right now, will piss him off more. He’ll want her to know he’s superior.”

Kennedy pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and the sight of her shaky hands had Jameson grinding his molars.

“I’ll make the call from upstairs. You’ll be listening, right?”

“You give me permission to tap your phone, right?” McKenna smiled.

“Yes.” Kennedy nodded.

“Perfect. We’re ready.”

“Come with me?” Kennedy turned to Jameson. For the first time, her request for support did nothing to calm his fury.

They made their way upstairs and he closed his office door behind them. Kennedy sat behind his desk and looked up with worried eyes.

“I’m really nervous. I don’t want to screw this up.”

Jameson snapped out of his funk and walked to her side. He crouched in front of her. Taking both of her hands in his, he rubbed some of the chill from her skin.

“You’re gonna do great. Just be yourself. And you can’t screw up, babe. Reggie’s fucked and you have the upper hand. Remember that. He can’t hurt you, he can’t take your land, he’s a pissant that’s getting ready to go down.”

“The pictures—”

“Are meaningless. McKenna will have them destroyed within seconds if he does anything with them.”

“You’re right.” Kennedy sat up straight and steel infused her spine. “Fuck him. I have nothing to be afraid of.”

Kennedy picked up her phone, dialed Reggie, and put the call on speaker.

“Kennedy Lane. Have you finally come to your senses?” Reggie answered, but some of his bravado was missing.

“I’m willing to negotiate.”

“No—”

“Reggie, your offer is bullshit and we both know it. I checked around and I have a buyer that’s willing to pay fair market value, which, as you know, is two hundred thousand more than your offer,” Kennedy expertly lied.

“You’re full of shit. No one will touch your land.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because they won’t.”