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We step out of the shower to find a text that popped up about ten minutes ago.
Dr. K: Got a message from my contact. Meet tomorrow?
I show the guys and they nod in agreement.
Laney: Our place, 8am
Dr. K: *thumbs up emoji*
I snort out a laugh. Since we found out who she really is, she’s become less formal with us, and I love it. It’s like I have another friend. I bet this is what Evie originally saw in her and why she felt safe opening up.
Chapter 27
I’m at my strip club, setting up new jobs in the back room that my mercenaries come through. In this location, I have close to a hundred consistent workers versus my others, where I have only twenty or thirty who visit infrequently.
I tape up the faces of the people I would love to see carved to death by my very own hand. Children. That’s what they are. Children playing a dangerous game in a world they don’t belong in.
I’ve been a mercenary guild member since I was sixteen, running the show on my own since I was twenty-six.
Having children significantly slowed me down, but I was able to get back on top soon enough. My late husband assured me children were the way to the peoples’ hearts in order to maintain my position. He was right, so I had two, like the perfect woman should.
Gag.Those little rodents were an annoyance from the moment they were born. The only time I felt true love for them was when Amor played the piano for me. I can still hear the notes in my head.
Then, he went and smarted off to my sister in order to protect his little brother and ended up dead. That was a media shit storm. However, I was able to hold onto my position because others related to my ‘grief’ when everything was made to look like a home invasion. My media crew was able to make it appear like the opposing party went after my family in order to silence me.
Now, I am more powerful than ever. When Beau was taken, I had assumed Klara was to blame since I’d been chasing her for years. But no, my dearest sister-in-law was the culprit there. She went mad after my brother died and stole my child out of greed since she couldn’t have any of her own.
That, combined with the death of my husband being framed as another strike against me, only helped solidify my position. No one would dismiss a female politician who lost her entire family in the name of what was right.
It was all a lie, of course. I was with Adrik, my one true love, warming his bed on the night my husband was shot and my child taken. It was a blessing really because I was finally able to stop sneaking around.
I loved my husband, but not enough to be monogamous. That’s insanity. Even Adrik and I had the understanding that I would be with other men as long as I wished, but the two of us would one day rule together.
Adrik promised that after the war with Boris, he would come back to me and we would be together. I helped him set up a trafficking ring that would make millions, especially with no one powerful enough left out there to stop us.
Now, we’ve gained the wrong person’s attention, so that’s taken a step back. Although, I don’t understand how everything was uncovered so quickly, but I plan to get to the bottom of it as soon as my son has been dealt with. Revenge comes first after all.
My main focus now is on making Beau suffer for taking the life of my lover. He will pay in more ways than one, which just makes this all the sweeter that he has two people he loves. Adrik and I were going to make strides in the underworld that brought everyone to their knees. His niece needed to play her part for just a little longer, and then he would finally be mine.
But they got lucky and bested him. I clench my fists as I hang the picture of my son with the allotted three million reward for the hit next to it. Laney’s picture is next, seven million to kidnap her, six to kill. Then, the infamous Havoc.
I knew that man fairly well. He never liked me and kept his distance. He and Adrik were close, until he stabbed him in the back, that is. I’m saving him for last because as much as I want my son to suffer, I want Havoc to suffer more. So often, Havoc took up space in Adrik’s mind. He checked in on him, worried about him, would even send him food while he was out on mission to take care of him.
Havoc’s betrayal of Adrik is the reason he’s dead, and that cannot be forgiven by me. Eleven million to kill. Fifteen to provide proof of torture before death.
It’s rare that a hit over one million ever touches these walls. Most of my workers are mercenaries, not assassins. They prefer in and out jobs with minimal death most of the time, but these numbers should change their minds.
Once I’m done, I make my way to my office. Garrett is looking over the books, making sure the money is divided correctly so that we profit to the max.
“Hello, darling,” I greet him, sliding my hand along his shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. A sly smile touches his lips as he watches me round the desk to take a seat.
“You look happy, my love.”
Garrett has been my closest friend and most frequent lover for almost twelve years now. He knows I don’t like monogamy, but loves that he is the main one that garners my attention.
He’s quite skilled in the bedroom and a genius in the math department, so I keep him around.
“Did you make the move?”
