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I needed to take the mask off.
I needed to venture back into the world and begin to find my way again.
“You’re right,” is almost whispered when we lock our eyes again. “Bryn didn’t give a fuck about what I wanted. She gave a fuck about what I needed. And when someone loves you, truly loves you, they’re willing to do that.”
“That’s what I’ve done!” She pleads slinking too close. “I’ve done everything to show you I’m the one you need!”
“You’re insane!” J.T. condemns with a pointed finger.
“I’m in love!”
“You’re obsessed,” Park repeats his previous accusation except this time he maintains his hold on the conversation. “Which is why what you did to Bryn makes sense to me. That move – from my Chinese chess playing experience – makes perfect fucking sense. You needed to stop your opponent from coming for your general, from getting that checkmate, from winning the game, but what doesn’t make sense, what I still don’t understand is why Lauren?” The wrinkle in his brow is immediate. “How did tormenting her protect Wilcox?”
There’s no stopping me propelling myself onto my feet at the same time I roar, “You poisoned Lauren?!”
“You did that?!” echoes J.T.
“She was trying to take the place of your mother,” Penny states without vacillation. “She was trying to become her total replacement. The only family you would ever need.” Additional resentment rears itself in her expression. “She has you so damn reliant on her that you don’t see the value in your other staff! Staff like Clark! Clark who has been here for so many fucking years for you! Clark who is more qualified than she could ever be! Clark who should be Head of Household! Who should’ve always been Head of Household! Who would’ve been Head of Household had you not shoved your misplaced guilt about killing her Atlantic City loving husband down everyone’s throat by allowing her to take his place!”
Unlike before when we were literally toe to toe, I don’t feel the instinct to flinch away.
I feel the one to lean closer.
To make my presence as well my wrath in its entirety known.
Felt.
“And all you had to do was sit back and let Hamilton to do his fucking job!” Her foot stomp doesn’t startle me. “Let him send her off to the goddamn hospital where she would’ve been out of the way, and you could see Clark for his true potential and me for mine!” Another slamming of her appendage occurs. “You made the mistake of interfering! Of letting her bring that slut here! You left me no choice but to fix things!”
“You are the mistake.”
Hurt hops into her expression and spreads her lips wide.
“And I am going to correct it.”
She shakes her head while muttering, “Nonononono…”
“Park,” I narrow my gaze at the young redhead that’s finally cowering, “properly dispose of Miss Astrid.”
“Noooo!” shouts an unexpected male voice, pulling everyone’s attention to the doorway. “Please, don’t do that, Wes! I beg of you!” Clark’s imploring is attached to him darting inside. “Please, don’t kill my daughter!”
Chapter 25
Wes
I end the call to Hawthorne and let my head fall defeatedly backwards against the cushioned chair in my downstairs office.
That’s one issue handled.
Only a million more to go.
Hopefully, the others go as smoothly as or even smoother than retracting a lawsuit did.
Vibrations against my palm pull my attention to my cell, encouraging me to continue on my cape less crusade to correct my mistakes.
Right whichever wrongs possible.
Zaidee: Red or pink roses?
