AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I lifted a finger. “Dad, since you were so gracious to appoint me as the queen again, I’m going to run your precious business.”
His bloodshot eyes widened. “What?”
For dramatic effects, I stretched out my arms. “Yes, I will run San Antonio from Portland. Damon has always been my number two. He will be the face of the Carter Empire. Me and Quinn’s empire. We deserve every dime of that money.”
Orson slapped Damon on the back. “Congratulations, bro.”
Kitura jumped into his arms and kissed his lips. “Congratulations, baby.”
Dad’s mouth hung open.
“Yes, they are a couple. They always busted their asses for this family. I never had a problem with their relationship. As long as they got the job done.”
I met my cousin’s gaze. “First order of business, you’ll pay Franco back his two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The money from Duke, well, you can keep that, of course. Because he’s next on me and Franco’s shit list.”
Quinn clapped his hands. “This is fantastic. It felt so good to shoot my father twice in the face. I mean, that motherfucker had it coming.”
Quinn pointed at Dad. “Soon Uncle Anders, Kennedy will see to it that you join him.”
“And Manny my friend...”
Dad’s eyes widened and his swollen lips parted. “You said you didn’t know him.”
“Yeah, I lied. He and I will make lots of money together.”
“You’ll work with the cartels?” he asked.
“Only Manny’s cartel. I don’t trust anyone else.”
I slammed the switchblade into Dad’s kneecap.
He howled at the top of his lungs. Dad’s body shook uncontrollably under my gaze.
Crouching down, I peered up at him.
“You shot me.
Your own daughter.
With an AK-forty-seven.
“My kids will never know you were their grandfather. Because how could I get around telling them granddad shot me?”
Standing to my full height, I held up a hand. Quinn tossed me another switchblade. “This is fun. I didn’t know I missed torturing so much.”
Kitura chuckled. “Boss, I did.”
Boss, I hadn’t been called that in a long time from my team.
I smirked over my shoulder. “I love you guys.”
My eyes fell over Kitura, Damon, and Orson. “Thanks for having my back today.”
“Always,” Orson said.
Stepping over to Isadora again, I grabbed the tip of her nose. She wiggled in my grip.
Before I could give the command to hold her down, Kitura and Bonnie stood behind Isadora. They held her head in place. I slid the blade along each side of her nose. The tip fell into her lap. She screamed bloody murder. Why was she so afraid of her own flesh?
