Emma peers up at him. “I’m fine, I promise. This is the first one, and we all know I’ve had at least two false alarms.”
We all narrow our gazes on her, not wholly convinced. She’s thirty-seven weeks. . . with twins. That means she can go into labor at any time.
“I’m fine. Stop fussing before you miss the finale you all planned without me,” she mutters, frowning.
My gaze flits to the TV just as Teagan says, “It’s live!”
“Samantha, you had one job, none of which told you to kill your friends,” Blair hisses.
“Fuck off, you lying bitch. You promised me the Heirs and reneged. So I didn’t know what was necessary to get what I’m owed,” Samantha snarls.
A shrill cry causes the microphone to screech. “Turn it off,” Samantha demands. “Matthew, make them shut it off.”
The video skips to Samantha in bed with Brian and Brittany. She’s talking shit as Brian fucks her ass, and Brittany sucks her pussy.
“Matthew’s too stupid to realize I’m using him. He hasn’t even figured out he’s not Rowan’s uncle-he’s not Rowan’s anything.”
The look on the Senator’s face as he shouts at the production crew to shut it down- priceless.
Two more clips roll-one is of Samantha closing the lid of the tanning bed on a still very much alive Meagan flailing her arms. The other is of Samantha delivering Bethany’s lips in a box outside the diner.
“You mean to tell me that deranged bitch is responsible for all of those deaths? How’s that even possible?” Emma growls, but before we can respond, the grand finale plays.
“You should’ve made sure that bitch aborted that bastard. Now look,” Blair Davenport shrieks.
Samantha darts across the stage, heading for the control room. Security grabs her before she can even make it down the first step. “Turn it the fuck off,” she stomps before the burly man hoists her in the air. Her arms windmill until she’s securely in the Senator’s arms. Samantha keeps fighting, but it’s too late.
The money shot is already playing.
“You’re overreacting, Blair,” Samantha’s father sighs. “You and our daughter have always had such a flare for the dramatics.”
Blair’s face goes four shades of red in under two seconds.
“It’s not an overreaction when you find out your goddamn daughter is fucking your illegitimate son so she can take the Bradford girl’s spot.”
The entire theater hall stills. Gasps ring out, but I’m unsure if it’s here or at the debate. “She’s married to her brother?” Emma shouts. “She’s fucking her brother?”
“No, Matthew. Let me go. I can explain,” Samantha cries.
Gripping Samantha by her hair, the Senator begins to drag her from the stage. “Shut the fuck up. You evil, conniving bitch.” Baker’s arm raises, swinging down with such force I swear I can hear the whoosh in his mic.
Samantha goes limp, and he catches her, then storms out of sight.
“Holy shit,” Sebastian blurts. “You think the hit killed her?”
If only we could be so lucky.
“Doubt it,” August mumbles.
There’s a crash before gunshots ring out. “Don’t shoot, you idiots. The President wants them alive,” some asshole orders.
I watch as Karl crosses the room and leisurely leans against the wall. “I’m guessing Franky isn’t happy that those two are primarily responsible for Isabella being taken,” he smirks.
Laughing, I add, “Or the fact that the Senator was trying to kill her.” Even though part of me wants to melt the plastic tramp in acid after playing kickball with her face, a larger part of me is glad we won’t have to worry about either of them ever again.
“Fuck! We lost them. Tell the gamma team to cut from the right. Then, have the delta and theta come from the side and the rear. We’re going to create a bottleneck,” another agent shouts.
“Okay, handing back control to the network,” Teagan announces as a black car speeds out from some part of the property.
Emma’s head whips in my direction. “They’re getting away,” she hisses, grabbing her stomach.
Dropping my laptop on the couch, I jump from my seat as a breaking news report appears on the television.
“Good evening, I’m Sondra Chen, reporting live from the Jacobi News Network chopper, and we have breaking news. Senator Matthew Baker and his wife and sister, Samantha Baker, have escaped.” Sondra reports as they fly through the air.
“I’m fine. That one was just sharper,” Emma breathes.
Sebastian, Rowan, Karl, and I surround her while August massages her lower back. “I don’t like it, Riri,” August grumbles.
Karl’s gaze snaps to mine. “Call the doctor.”
“Already done,” Teagan yells from the computer speakers. “Dr. Jaffri is on her way to the house.”
Emma holds up her hand, trying to wave her off. “You guys are making a big deal out of. . . Fuuuuck!” Emma screams.
“Senator Matthew Baker is racing down the George Washington Parkway at speeds of up to one hundred and ten miles per hour. On a rain-slick night like tonight, there’s an increased chance-Holy shit,” the new anchor swears. “The senator and his wife’s vehicle slammed into the guardrail before flipping over into the Delaware River.”
“Let’s get her to the medical wing,” Rowan barks, scooping her up and running from the room. Karl and Sebastian are quick to follow suit.
I snap my laptop shut, knowing I don’t need to tell Teagan we have to leave. I’m at the doorway when a loud boom blares through the TV. The news anchor speaks as I enter the hallway.
“There’s been an explosion. The vehicle Senator Matthew Baker and his wife were driving went over the edge, and the car burst into flames before exploding.”
ROWAN
Breathtaking. That’s the only way to describe the scene before me.
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