“Are you not going to ask about your daughter?You know, the reason you’re all still living and breathing?”I asked.
“I do not have a daughter.”
This made me smile.“That’s right.”I looked at him and took a step toward his son.“He’s so young.”
He was older than Maeve.Twenty-five years old, but that was still young.He had caused a lot of misery.
“I want you to get out.You’re not welcome here.”
“One by one,” I said.“You’re going to watch them fall.Mikhail Vasiliev will not save you.A trade will not save you.”
“We have a deal.”
“And you sent someone to kill what was mine.Maeve is alive and well.The people you had working for you are dead.Your son will join them.”
“You cannot do this.A deal was struck.”
“And you broke your deal,” I said.“I’m not my father.I will not make a trade.I have what I want, and now it’s time for you to pay the price.”
He didn’t get the chance to say another word as his son’s machine began to beep.I hadn’t touched him.Hadn’t lifted a finger.I wasn’t the one that snorted the drugs or injected it into his veins.
There was always a risk, and I left the hospital room.At the same time, I put in a call to get it done.
By the end of the night, the Taylors would no longer have a home, as I had just put the order in to have it burned to the ground.There was no one inside.The only people who were going to get hurt were those associated with the Taylors and Mikhail Vasiliev.
My father made deals.Not me.I ended things.
Climbing into my car, I sit back and allow events to unfold as I head back home to Maeve.
I can’t help but think back to the feel of her in my arms.There’s a change to her, one I want to explore.
This is going to be a lot of fun.
Chapter Seven
Maeve
