Before we found Georgina, we were going to leave the house and regroup before coming after Pierce. But now, knowing that an innocent woman is in danger if we leave him breathing longer than necessary? The stakes have just changed.
Without speaking, we all reach the same conclusion.
“We can’t do that, Georgina,” I whisper. “The Senator is a dangerous man. He sent people after us, and he didn’t care if they killed Hayden. I would suggest that you, and any other staff currently in the house…take the night off.”
Georgina’s face pales, but she nods in understanding. “There were two guards here earlier, and a scientist of some sort, but otherwise, it’s just me.”
“They are already taken care of,” Kole rumbles.
She gives a shaky nod, before taking a step back.
“I would get out of here if I were you,” West says gently. “We’ll take good care of Hayden.”
“Georgie…” Hayden sighs, before letting go of my hand and wrapping his arms around her. My heart clenches as he presses a quick kiss to her cheek, and steps back. “Stay safe.”
She nods once before hurrying past us, grabbing her purse and coat from a hook near the kitchen door. She gives Hayden one last look before she disappears, and Hayden’s shoulders slump. “I never thought I’d see her again,” he says quietly. “I assumed that she left when he sent me to Thornfield, since she always said she stayed for me.”
“Maybe your daddy has somethin’ on her,” I muse. “I’m sure she’ll be better off once he’s taken care of.”
He swallows, his throat bobbing. “I know he needs to die. I know he hates me, and couldn’t care less about whether I live or die outside his own self-serving agenda. But…he’s still my dad.”
“I know, Darlin’,” I squeeze his hand. “My offer to kill him for you still stands.”
“Georgina!” I startle at the sound of Dick’s voice, angrily calling from the other room. “I need more brandy.”
The guys and I exchange a panicked look, and I clear my throat, doing my best to get rid of my accent and sound proper. “One minute, Master Pierce!”
The guys look at me with various looks of astonishment, and I give a panicked shrug. “What else was I supposed to do?”
Hayden goes over to the liquor cabinet and pulls out a half-full bottle of brandy. “I say we give it to him.”
Heart pounding, I walk through the door to where the Senator is having his dinner, and breathe a mental sigh of relief when he’s sittingat a table, facing away from me. I’m gripping the brandy by the neck of the bottle, and when he hears the door swing, he huffs, raising his empty glass, his eyes on the TV across the room.
“It’s about time, Georgina. I swear to fuck, if you don’t get it together I’ll make it so you can’t walk for a week.”
Grinning, I lean in close to his ear. “You really should be kinder to your staff, Mr. Pierce.” Then, before he can react, I’m lifting the bottle, and smashing it across his head.
When Senator Pierce wakes up, he’s tied to his chair and greeted by the sight of me sitting at the other side of the table, all the steak knives from the kitchen embedded by their blades in the surface in front of me.
His plate, which had been filled with delicious-looking, tender steak and mashed potatoes, is on my side of the table. I wouldn’t touch the man’s germs with a ten foot pole, but what can I say? I enjoy a good power play.
The dining room is the perfect setting for it too, with a decent sized mahogany dining table, maroon curtains covering the windows, and gaudy furniture lining the room. The decor obviously hasn’t seen a woman’s touch in a long time.
That’s about to change.
While Kole, Hayden and I set up my perfect stage for a final conversation, Sam and West cleaned up all evidence of our crimes so far—the glass from the brandy bottle is now ground up and tossed in the trash, and our prints wiped from any surface we touched.
Now, with Hayden to my left, West to my right, and both Sam and Kole behind me, we present a united front as he stares at us in confusion. He has blood running down his face, courtesy of the glass brandy bottle I smashed over his head. The alcohol is soaked into him, allowing me to smell it from all the way across the table. At least it’s covering up his offensive ashy scent.
“Senator,” I smile warmly, tenting my fingers in front of me. “Nice of you to join us.”
“I…” He shakes his head, wincing slightly. “What is the meaning of this? Where are my guards? Sinclair? Georgina?”
I start ticking off my fingers. “Dead, dead, injected with an unknown substance, and sent home for the evenin’.” My smile turns sharp. “I’d really like to know, Senator Pierce, when you sent out the order on me and my pack, did you imagine that it would lead to your death?”
Pierce pales, looking to Hayden. “Son? You can’t let her do this. She’s crazy—” His words cut off when a steak knife lands in the wood frame of his high-backed chair, right next to his face.
“Call my omega crazy one more time,” Kole growls, pulling another steak knife out of the table by its wooden handle and flipping it by the blade. “I dare you.”
