“She killed Tommy!” Portia’s voice rose, driven higher by a keening pain.
Tremaine waved Portia’s concerns away. Dizzie felt almost bad for her. Almost. The man was an asshole. She’d heard stories about how he treated Portia, but seeing it firsthand was a real eye-opener.
“No great loss.”
Dizzie’s eyes widened at the harsh words. No wonder Portia was such a bitch if she had to deal with him every day of her life.
Dizzie barely saw Portia’s hand move. The slap echoed around the room.
Her grudging respect for Portia grew.
“How can you say that? Why would you say that?” Pain laced her sister’s words and guilt speared Dizzie. Even though she hadn’t known what the package was, she was responsible. She’d never forget that.
“Grow the fuck up, Portia. There’s more going on here than you know.”
“Then tell me. I’m your heir. I should know everything there is to know about the business.”
Dizzie strained to see what was happening. Tremaine seemed to be considering Portia.
“Clear the room.”
Everyone moved to obey his command. Dizzie tried to hold her ground. She dug in her heels, but she was easily overpowered and dragged toward the door.
“What about me?” she yelled before they hauled her out.
Portia sneered. “Take her down to the holding cells.”
Dizzie waited for Tremaine to countermand the order. After all, he’d brokered a deal with her. All he did was wave them all out of the room.
“Take a seat, Portia,” was the last thing Dizzie heard before the doors closed.
Chapter45
Portia hadn’t wastedany time bolting from the hospital after Killian told her that Dizzie had taken her car. He’d followed as quickly as he could. He didn’t know what the hell Dizzie was doing, but he didn’t want her to face the company alone.
Reporters were clustered around the front of Tremaine headquarters when he pulled up. Security tried to divert him along with the rest of the traffic.
Shit. That wasn’t good.
He ignored the direction to move and stopped in front of the guard. He rolled down the window. “Do you know who I am?”
“Do I look like I care?” The guard was obviously overwhelmed.
Killian’s temper flared and he gripped the steering wheel tightly. “You’d better care or I’ll ensure you don’t have a job the instant I get inside.”
Normally he wouldn’t have threatened first. But with Dizzie’s safety on the line, he’d do whatever was necessary. A simple threat was nothing compared to the lengths he would go to protect her.
The guard paled as he focused and identified him. “Sorry, Mr. St. John. No one told me you’d be here.”
“No problem.” Killian smiled. No reason to keep being an asshole now that he had what he wanted. He waved his hand at the chaos surrounding Tremaine headquarters. “What’s going on?”
“Ms. Tremaine called a press conference. Rumor is they captured the bomber from the other night.”
Killian managed to keep his expression steady. They’d caught Dizzie. How had she allowed that to happen?
“That’s big news.” It also explained the newsies surrounding the building. “Who was it? How did they capture the person responsible?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
