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“Eat up, boys! I'm afraid I might have made a bit too much,” I chuckle as I look at the heaping platters.
“Hm, you worry too much, Saint. Take a load off,” Fynn pulls me into his lap and feeds me a piece of bacon before kissing me thoroughly.
I pull away, grinning, “Enough of that! You need to eat because I want to go hiking this afternoon.”
Silence covers the area briefly before Oakley clears his throat, “That sounds like fun, Kitty Cat.” He winks at me, and all I want to do is smack the ever-loving shit out of him.
I'm not sure how strong those pills are, and I didn't know if he knew how many pills were in the baggy, so I had to be careful with how many I used. It isn't until we are finishing up with breakfast that I notice them start yawning.
Oakley's been eyeing my glass throughout the whole meal, so just for shits and giggles, I guzzle the rest of my drink, and see relief cross his face. I want to smile smugly, but I hold off for now. I can't have them suspecting anything, not until I have them where I need them.
The jet touches downat a private airport in New Hampshire. I am only fifteen minutes away from Felicia's aunt Charlotte's house. According to the file I found waiting for me, the woman lives alone and works at her own little bakery in town. It also has Charlotte's schedule from the time she wakes up until the time she goes to bed. Our fathers were very thorough.
There is a car waiting for me when I step off the jet. A burner phone begins to buzz in the center console just as I get in, and I just stare at it, looking dumbfounded. How would anyone know that I'm inside the car? I look around the cabin of the blacked-out Sedan to see if there are any cameras, but I find none.
The phone stops ringing. When the buzzing starts back up immediately, I gasp,“Calm down, Cat. They are probably tracking the jet,”I tell myself, but it still doesn't help me decide whether I should answer the phone.
Finally, taking a deep breath, I swipe right on the screen, answering the call, “To whom do I owe the pleasure?” I answer, proud that I'm able to keep my voice even.
“Catalina?” Donavan's voice comes over the line, “What are you doing answering this phone? Where's my son?”
“Oh, you know, they're tied up at the moment and can't come to the phone right now,” I smile smugly even though he can't see me.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I can hear the concern in his voice, and I have to roll my eyes.
“Do you honestly believe that I would hurt Oakley? That I would hurtanyof the guys?” His assumption pisses me off, “They are safe...back at the villa. The next time loose ends come up on a job that I did, I will be the one to take care of it.”
“Catalina, this isn't what a Lady of Sin's job is,” he sighs on the other end, “Your father isn't going to like this...”
“Do you think I give a rat's ass? He told your son to drug me! How can I be okay with that?” I pause and wait for him to respond.
He curses under his breath, “Fine, but if anything happens to you, I will never forgive myself.”
“Don't worry, Donavan. This should have been a woman's job to begin with. Standby, because I will need someone to help carry her out of the house,” I inform him, knowing that he's going to be confused.
“What do you mean? You go in, get the job done, and get out. The clean-up crew will be there shortly after,” he says.
“I am not killing her, Donavan. Charlotte is innocent, but I understand certain measures must be taken. Just trust me on this, will you?” I ask in annoyance.
It is beyond me why it takes so much to get it through a guy's head that a woman is just as capable of doing the same things they can do. My guys are going to learn fast not to fuck with me. If being drugged, then chained and gagged back at the villa while I'm out playing villain doesn't teach them, then maybe they're a lost cause.
A chuckle reaches my ear, “Damn, my son is going to have his hands full with you.”
“I think you're forgetting Fynn and Jett...”
“No. It's been discussed. We want you and my son to marry. Our families will be a force to be reckoned with once the union occurs.”
“Discussed by who?” I ask angrily.
“Your mother and I did. We plan on bringing it up with your father this weekend,” he states matter-of-factly.
“Was this while the two of you were fucking behind my father's back? Are you planning on telling him that as well?”
There is absolute silence on the other end.
“Know this, Donavan,” I continue, “I will never marry, because my future plans include all three of my Lords. I will never choose one over the others, only to sneak behind my husband's back with them.” I take a deep breath and exhale, calming myself, “Be on standby...”
I cut off the call and toss the phone into the passenger seat. Putting the car in drive, I take off like a bat out of hell, heading to take care of business, so I can get back to my guys. Before I turn them loose, I have plans for them, and I need to have my head on straight to do so for those plans. Once I free them of their chains, I have a feeling that I will be in a heap of trouble.
