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Of course I wasn’t okay. Finn was fucking dead, Ginger was only God knows where, and Samara…
Fuck.
I had to reach out to her, warn her, but contacting her now was too risky, suicide even, depending on what Father knew and whether or not he was possibly tapping my phone. I’d ordered the burner two days ago but of fucking course, there was a massive delay with the shipping. I wouldn’t have it until Friday, Saturday at the latest.
“Have you heard from Finn?” I asked, keeping my tone calm as I stared up at him from the couch. Concealing my emotions was never my strong suit, and knowing what I know made it painfully hard to hold my restraint. It had to be done though. One more strike and I’d be permanently sleeping at the bottom of a lake. “I haven’t seen or heard a word from him in days, not since he’d taken me to pick up my car from the estate.”
“Ah… Finn.”
Father bobbed his head before he brought the glass he was holding to his mouth, gorging the booze down with a pleased sigh slipping past his wet lips. After pouring himself another drink, he grabbed the bottle and a separate glass and then sat down beside me. He filled my glass and waited until I’d taken a sip before he spoke again.
“Finn’s services are no longer needed. He’s been terminated, permanently.”
“What?” I asked, pretending to be shocked as I gaped wildly at him, fighting like hell to stop the tears from filling my eyes.
Father nodded, the look of the devil flashing through his cold, heartless pupils. “He was a traitor, Son. Ravager scum that had been hiding under our noses foryears.”
“That can’t be,” I started, playing the part as I shook my head in denial. “How is that even possible?”
“He killed Cindy. Paid Claxton and Twitch to abandon their post so he could sneak down to the basement and smother her.”
I rose to my feet then, my voice uncontrollably cracking as I said, “No… I refuse to believe that.”
Father got up and approached me, the wicked gleam in his eye never faltering. In a move I never for once in my life ever anticipated he’d make, Father raised his arms and then proceeded to wrap them tightly around me. My head spun with confusion as he held me close and let out an angry sigh.
“I know he was your friend, Son. I’veneverbeen one to offer my condolences like this, but I truly am sorry for killing him. If it makes you feel any better, I’m just as hurt by the outcome.”
He was a fucking liar. There wasn’t a single remorseful bone in his goddamn body.
“Nonetheless,” Father continued as he pulled back, grasping my shoulders. “We still have businesses to run and a war we need to start prepping for. I’m meeting with Crane, Alesi, and Sinclair within the next hour. With Finn no longer in the picture,I need you to stay here and run the club. Benny, Bane, and Banjo are in charge of the estate. As soon as I’m back, you and I are going to sit down and discuss what took place at the meeting. You’ll receive new orders from there. Are you with me, Son?”
I hated doing it, but I stepped away and bowed my head, showing him that not only was I a team player, but that I was taking everything he’d told me seriously, honoring it and him despite how much I wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out.
He was playing me.
I fucking knew he was.
“Yes, Father. I’m with you.”
Ginger
8
Ihadn’t slept in days. After losing the love of my life and being kidnapped and held hostage in this fucking prison, I was literally a walking zombie. I’d hardly eaten anything either. Frankly, I just wanted to die. With Finn gone and the fate of my life resting in the hands of my unborn child, fighting to survive just didn’t feel worth it anymore.
I heard the door when it opened and when Smoke stepped inside the room, rounding right over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring off into space like some lost mental patient.
“Ginger,” he said worriedly, kneeling down and grasping my hands. “Are you okay?”
“It’s Wednesday, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice a weak rasp.
Smoke sadly nodded. “Yes. It’s time.”
I immediately burst into tears and got up, stalking over to the closet for a new set of clothing. Smoke had gone shopping to buy me some new clothes and instead of Lena allowing me to go with him to pick out my own shit, Smoke basically had to wing it. I’dgive the guy this much though. Not only did he get my sizes right, but he had amazing taste in wardrobe.
“You look good,” Smoke said when I walked out the bathroom, his green eyes sweeping over me wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black, long-sleeve blouse with a deep slit in the middle that massively exposed my cleavage. “Are you ready to go?”
“Do I really have to?” My bottom lip wobbled as I stared at him.
