Alex walks around the desk and grabs the note next to the flower. As soon as he reads it, I see him set the note down gently, but it takes every ounce of willpower not to crumble it or rip it.
When he picked up the stack of photos, his jaw tightened and teeth clenched as he continued to look through the pictures. When he finally finishes going through the pictures, he throws them down on the desk, and they go flying across the desk.
"This is bullshit! The fucking Starr brothers are going down. NOW!"
He pulls out his phone and starts to call someone.
"Oliver, we need to have a meeting tonight. We need to speed this process up." He nods on the phone while Oliver talks on the other end of the phone.
"They are sending threats to Rachel at work. This ends now."
He listens again.
"Yeah... Okay... Yeah... Bye.."
He turns back to me and sticks his hand out.
"Come on, we are going home. We have plans to make."
“You know, you make it sound like we are planning a vacation and not a war.” He chuckles at my comment. I grab my briefcase off the ground, set it on the desk, and place the picture and notes in it. Grabbing Alex's hand, I walk out of the office.
This will end soon. It has to, or someone I love will get hurt.
Chapter twenty-seven
Alex
Iaminmyoffice, both girls sitting on the couch, when a rapid knock stops me from my constant thinking.
"Come in," I say while looking at the girls. Rachel, like always, is spinning a knife in one hand and the other placed on Olivia's belly protectively, looking pissed off. Olivia is leaning on Rachel's shoulder, twisting Rachel's hair around her finger, lost in thought.
Oliver walks in, nods at me, and looks over to his sister. He holds out his hand to her. She takes it willingly, stands, and wraps him in a hug. Oliver kisses the top of her head and whispers something in her ear that I can't hear. She wipes a tear from her face and hugs him harder one more time before sitting back next to Rachel.
"Alright, so let's get down to business, shall we?" Oliver claps his hands and sits in the chair in front of my desk.
Rachel sits up, leans forward, and clears her throat. "Alright, fuckers. You are looking at the wrong person. Today, while I was at work, I received a bouquet with a note in it. The note saidCount your days.Along with the note and flowers was a small black box filled with pictures. Someone has been stalking me since Andrew's death."
I hear Olivia gasp next to her. "Why didn't you tell me?" She whispers to Rachel. I see Rachel just shake her head and go back to watching Oliver and me.
"There are a lot of things that this could mean, but first and foremost is that Rachel is getting death threats. I am not ok with one of my girls getting threatened. So the Starr brothers need to go." I make sure to keep my voice calm and stern. I don't need anyone knowing how much this situation is bothering me.
Oliver sits down in front of me. "I need to be the one to go in again; you and Rachel are too noticeable, and with Olivia being pregnant, she isn't coming."
Olivia stands up abruptly, anger flaring in her eyes. I knew before any words came out that she was pissed that Oliver wouldn't include her, but I agree with him. I will fight her on this one.
"You will not leave me out of this, Oliver!" Olivia walks up to him, puffing her chest, fists in balls at her side.
"Um, yes, the fuck I will! You are carrying my niece or nephew. You will not be putting yourself or the baby at risk!" Oliver puffs his chest back to his twin.
"Olivia, I agree with Oliver," I say to her. Her head snaps to the side, staring into my pupils with daggers that could cut diamonds.
"You have no say in what I do." She spits it out in venom. This now spikes my temper. I can feel the tension in the air; this is about to get messy, real quick.
"You are carrying my kid, you are mine..." I point my finger at Rachel, "She is mine," then slam my hand down on the desk, "I will protect what is mine! So, don't you dare tell me no. I don't have the time or energy to deal with your stubbornness right now. You will not go into that casino, and that is final."
"Yes, the fuck I will! Either you give me a place to help, or I will go and do what I want, and it may not be what you need. So don't be a stubborn jackass and let me be fucking useful. I'm pregnant, not broken."
Fuck. What do I even say to that? She isn't wrong, but I am not backing down; she will not be going into the casino. Maybe I could put her on snipe. She could be on the lookout.
