“Whatever, suit yourself. Don’t say I never tried to do you any favors,” Brittany spins, almost taking out a passing waiter and the tray of hors d’oeuvres. “Stupid bitch Sam better be happy,” I swear she mutters before skulking away.
KARL
“You understand what needs to happen?” Liam asks me.
Nodding, I reply, “Yes, but how do you suppose I get Samantha to follow me anywhere? That soul-sucking bitch knows I hate her.”
“We’re playing to Samantha’s vanity. Rowan will tell her you both want time alone, and she’s to meet you in one of the rooms,” Liam explains.
Arching a brow, I say, “I still don’t think this will work, but I’ll do just about anything to be rid of her.”
Liam hands me the leather bracelet. I turn it over, inspecting every inch of it. “Where the hell is the device that will zap the control the Senator and Samantha have over us?” I probe.
“It’s nearly unnoticeable to the human eye,” Liam explains, turning the bracelet so the bottom side with the “A” carved into the center of a heart is showing. He pulls out his phone, brings up his camera, and zooms in. That’s when I see it. “It’s embedded into the A. Teagan’s work is impeccable, isn’t it?”
While he admires Teagan’s craftsmanship, I’m more impressed by the blatant fuck you this provides. “Teag made Emma the person that ultimately will save me,” I chuckle, but I have to wonder if this is foreshadowing. I don’t want Samantha breathing the same air as my angel. Even if Emma could take her out, I don’t want it to ever come to that.
“Here, put this in your ear,” Liam instructs. “This is how Teagan and I will relay any information to you guys.”
Speaking of the guys. “Where are those assholes?”
“Currently, they’re keeping an eye on things. Once you’re in position, the plan will commence, and instructions will be relayed.”
I tip my head in agreement and then put the earpiece in. It’s small enough to remain hidden unless I turn and show someone my left ear. Liam gives me another once over, ensuring we’re ready before he exits the room.
“Did you guys see how fucking breathtaking our spitfire is?” Sebastian groans.
“In about an hour, we’ll be able to start earning our spots back into her life,” Rowan adds.
Sighing, I look around the space, trying not to let my need for Emma cause me to make a mistake-one wrong move, and this all could turn to shit. I’m in one of the offices at the country club. A large, cherry-wood L-shaped desk sits feet from a floor-to-ceiling window, offering a beautiful view of one of the many man-made ponds. Shifting my focus, I take in the built-in bookshelves that cover the expanse of every wall but the one behind the desk. I shake my head of distraction, then look for where I want things to go down.
“Okay, Rowan is moving in,” Liam announces. “Be ready, O. Samantha should be to you in three minutes tops.”
Inhaling, I finish surveying the room. My gaze lands on a table. It’s also made from cherry wood, but that’s not what grabs my attention. The six office chairs surrounding the table are perfect. I wheel one into the center of the room.
“Samantha stopped to whisper something in Brittany’s ear,” Sebastian states. “I’m not sure what she said, but Brittany looked angry as she stomped away.”
“How long before we can kill her?” August grumbles, making me laugh. I can’t wait to have them all at our mercy. It’s long overdue.
Sitting, I try to compose myself.
Remember, this is for freedom. None of it is real. The only thing providing me with a semblance of peace is knowing Emma will never know what I’m doing to get back to her. “She’s less than twenty seconds away,” Liam informs me.
The door opens, and I dig my fingernails into my palm to prevent me from scowling as the bane of our existence fills the doorway. “Where’s Rowan?” Samantha questions, taking a cautionary step into the room.
“He’ll be here shortly,” I reply in a tone that shocks me. It’s not clipped or angry-it’s almost welcoming. “Come in. I see no reason to wait for him to arrive.”
Her lips curl up into a salacious grin, almost like a cat who caught a canary. “You’ll have to pardon me if I find this change of heart insincere,” Samantha retorts, but she still steps into the room, closing the door behind her. “You and August are two of the last people I ever expected to see the light, if you will. But after August and Rowan fucked me at that party, maybe all things are possible.”
“Keep her talking,” Teagan commands. “I’ve already begun the process. We need to get her close enough so your bracelet can pair with her watch.”
I internally groan at the idea of her getting any closer than she is.
This is for my angel. Biting my lip, I smirk. “I won’t bullshit you and pretend I’ve had a complete change of heart.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Liam hisses.
I want to yell for him to trust me. There’s only one way to make this believable. “But this is more about need. I have needs, and you’re available.”
She scowls, then quickly covers it with a smile. “Well then, why deny yourself?” Samantha begins to walk toward me before she stops-her fake smile morphing into mischievous glee. “The only way I’ll take you seriously is if you let me cross out the A on your chest with the same knife you let her carve it with and let me replace it with my initials.”
I’d sooner cut out her heart and blow myself up before I let her sully Lola. “I don’t have that knife with me,” I reply, my voice still leaning more toward neutral than pissed off.
Huffing, she retorts, “Fine, any knife will do. I want all traces of the gutter troll off you and replaced by me.”
“Fucking bitch,” Teagan snaps. “Let the skank think she’s won. This is the perfect opportunity we needed.”
I want to tell Teagan it’s easy for her to say because she won’t have stale pussy wafting into her nose.
“Brittany just stopped Emma and Shay. I can’t hear what she said, but our girl whipped something back, and Brittany took off seething,” Rowan shares.
I ignore him and pull a blade from my ankle holster under my black sock. I’m not sure which one this is. I haven’t named any of my new ladies yet, but I’m saving this one to run through the spot in Samantha’s chest where her heart should be. “Let’s get this over with,” I state, flipping the knife for her to grab its handle.
“Never let someone say you’re not romantic,” Samantha laments before stopping in front of me. She takes the blade and then straddles my hips, pushing her heaving chest into my face. I have to fight the urge to shove her off me when she starts grinding on me.
Samantha cuts the buttons off my crisp white tuxedo shirt as she grinds down on my flaccid dick, trying to make it hard while exposing my chest to her hungry eyes. Then she angles the knife, hovering above the initial of a person I’ll sacrifice myself for. Teagan’s plan better work because I have no intentions of letting Samantha cut through shit.
“Closer, O. I need you to move the wrist with the bracelet closer for this to work.”
Groaning, I clasp her hand as the knob on the door turns.
“Shit, Emma’s outside the door,” Liam shouts, and I close my eyes, pleading with every deity for Emma to skip this door.
Samantha must have stolen a look because she smiles as she picks up her pace, exaggerating her moan, making me want to reach into her throat and rip her trachea out.
I can feel my angel’s eyes boring into the side of my face.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.