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I didn’t bother. Emilee would do as Emilee did.
“Here, hang on.”
I put the phone down and grabbed an ice pick.
“Please tell my beautiful fiancée what you were doing with Black Moth product and relabeling and distributing it as well.”
The guy’s eyes tracked the ice pick as I dragged it down his chest. There was just enough pressure applied to leave small tears in the fabric of his shirt.
“I don’t have to tell that bitch shit. She isn’t in charge.”
The icepick slid into his thigh like a hot knife through butter. I stopped before the bone and knew that at this spot, there wouldn’t be a major artery. Plenty of time for him to live and tell.
Plenty of time for him to be in just enough pain. He screamed. The movement to my side told me Emilee was doing something, and I didn’t care what it was as long as she kept my shirt on her and her fucking legs closed. I shifted my stance as I felt her come closer and stand next to me.
“Am I a bitch? Maybe. Want to find out?”
She pulled out a small knife and held it to his cheek.
“Fuck you both. Roman, I know who you are. Your fucking brother was supposed to marry her. What the fuck happened to that? Rossi had told the board. But you just called her your fiancée? So what, you steal from your own flesh and blood, and yet you have me down here like I’m the bad guy?”
Parks cleared his throat over the phone, reminding me he was still there waiting for information.
“Walter,” he said. The guy looked toward the table. “You are there because you’ve threatened the family and our business. I allowed Roman the pleasure of dealing with you since he asked ever so nicely. Call the new CEO a bitch one more time, and I promise Roman will make me look like a kitten.”
The strange faith Parks had in me almost made him seem not so bad. I still only trusted him because Emilee did, and even that had limitations at this point in time. Gage was supposed to be meeting with Parks shortly to deal with the warehouse side of issues, courtesy of what this guy had said.
“Fuck you, Parks. You failed your uncle. We all know it was you that allowed his disappearance. Or should we say assassination?”
Parks chuckled, but the smirk on Emilee’s face is what seemingly led to all color draining from that guy’s face.
“Allowed? Of course. But if I were you, I would be more worried about who you’re caged with. I’m heading to your little illegal operation right now.”
Emilee looked at me and at the phone. I gave her a nod.
“Gage is meeting Parks and they will take care of some of the product issues.”
Walter started screaming for help, like there was anyone else on his side.
“Fuck you all. Fuck this. Your father was asking to be taken out. So be it if it was his own little daughter. It doesn’t fucking matter. One less problem. This has been in the works for over a year.”
I was going to ask what he meant by ‘this had been in the works,’ but instead, my sweet little Emilee took over and this time I didn’t stop her from getting closer. I didn’t stop her from leaning over, because he was not seeing the woman anymore.
“Alright, Mr. Walter. What exactly has been in play for over a year?”
She pulled the knife down his cheek, drawing just enough blood he couldn’t stop himself from whimpering. He couldn’t stop the tear that ran down and took a detour at the cut. He finally answered. Of course he did. He’d never gotten his hands dirty a day in his life.
“Your uncle’s plan.”
She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, a drop of blood from the knife getting on the jacket.
“Parks, do I have an uncle?”
There was an audible sigh from the phone.
“Fuck,” was Parks’ response.
The guy had the audacity to smirk, and my fist met his temple.
