“It’s not hot enough,” She sighs, “But this is the hottest I could get it.”
“She devil,” I mutter as I strip completely down to my boxers, them soaked through too and clinging to me. Her eyes drop to the outline of my cock, clearly defined by the wet material. I shake my head with a grin.
But she just beams at me, and I leave her to soak in the tub while I go dry off and get ready for the meeting with the council.
Chapter Fifty-nine
The table is full when I enter the meeting room, every seat filled and brimming with conversation which silences the moment the door closes behind me.
Bast sits where he always has, opposite to the head and Hank, Iwan and Stefan are in their same chairs, their scowls at me heated and filled to the brim with disdain.
This will be fun.
“Gentlemen.” I address them all.
There’s a grumble of responses as I take my seat at the head. My grandfather watches me curiously, I should have filled him in but there wasn’t time.
“You’re probably wondering why I’ve called you all in soabruptly.” I continue.
“Well, yes,” an older man says from further down the table, his name alludes me, “This is the second time in only a matter of weeks.”
“I understand but please know these would not be called if not for a matter of urgency.”
“You just got back from Barbados,” Hank scoffs, “What possibly could have happened in a matter of hours that required this level of response.”
“Well, it’s good to know you’re keeping tabs, Hank.” I address him personally, “And since this is about you, it’s fitting for you to comment.”
His eyes turn wide, but the fear isn’t there yet.
Bast turns to the monitor attached to the wall behind him and flicks it on, all the messages from Hank and the hitmen on display.
“Where did you get this?” Hank snaps, standing.
“My warning clearly wasn’t taken seriously,” I address the room, “I have no tolerance when it comes to my wife.”
“This is fake!” Hank bellows, shoving out his chair as if to leave.
But Killian and Dean fill the door, blocking his only exit. He knows better than to test the two brothers.
I nod to Sebastian who rolls the two short voicemail messages I have recorded, watching Hank’s face go from bright, infuriated red, to a terrified shade of white.
“Is that not your voice, Hank?” I ask.
He sputters, turning back to that red shade. “This is aset up!”
But the whole room is looking at him, my guys are ready to take him. It isn’t this easy, but this part right here is a piece of cake. Segregating him, turning the very people he has worked with for the majority of his life against him, is easy.
“Killian, Dean,” I address the two hanging back in the doorway, “Take Hank for questioning.”
“You can’t do this!” Hank fights, “There must be a trial!”
There are some grumbles of agreement which I squash immediately.
“I warned you all.” I tell the room and I don’t bother to disguise the pure rage and murderous intent from my voice. It consumes me and they all hear it.
“I gave notice of changes to come. This is one of them. I am now judge, jury and executioner. I will not tolerate treason to our organization, regardless of where it comes from. Hank will be questioned based on the clear evidence provided. For those who oppose, please stand.”
No one stands.
