Hopefully putting it up in the fucking air.
“We’ll get the doc to find out,” he murmurs.
Indie shifts beside me, and I look at her glaring upwards to the ceiling, mind drifting to a place I don’t want it to go.
Leaning back in my seat, I wrap my hand around the top of her thigh, squeezing it as she pulls her focus back to me. “Dawson got any updates?” I ask Rex, not taking my eyes off hers.
“Montgomerys are back to being underground, security’s been upped at the manor, clients are moving on with life as they always have.”
“What are you planning on doing with them all?” Indie asks, the pools of blue swirling around her pupils.
Six names we have to deal with.
Six highly powerful and influential names.
Killing them all in one go by myself would be a sure fucking way to end me behind bars.
I want to stagger them, but by the time I reach the Montgomerys, they’d already have time to divulge a plan.
Reluctantly, I drag my gaze from her to Rex. We’ve discussed this with Dawson and my dad so many times over the years. Multitudes of plans being rolled out, backups, and even failures.
Taking out the Omnia hierarchy and the Montgomerys eradicates that group from ever forming again. Their clientele? They’ll live on.
The underworld can never be eradicated in one lifetime, and I doubt this will be a loss to them; there’ll unfortunately be plenty of other likeminded individuals running similar games.
The whole world is infested by it.
As long as this one only exists as a memory, that’s good enough for me.
Selfish? Of course.
I’ve never hidden how much of a selfish bastard I am, especially when it comes to my woman.
Our organisation will still exist, still provide security. Fuck, this is these guys’ livelihoods. We’ll merge them under my father’s legitimacy; this is merely some illegal playtime for them.
“We’ll need to work fast; we can’t allow them time to expect us. The Montgomerys are last either way,” I answer.
I want those three fucks to know we brought them down, and that their legacy will never live another day past them. Saying all this out loud makes it sound like it’s simple.
I know it’s not.
I’ve a target on my back. I’ve worked for some of the men that stood within that manor, used them to get where I want to be.
They’ll send their dogs for us, and I can’t allow anything to fucking harm her.
Indie nods, standing as my hand slides from her thigh. “I’m gonna find Gina.” She gives me a faint smile, and I squeeze the back of her knee as she walks past me to leave the room.
Rex leans forward. “How is she dealing, knowing about Louisa and Barry?”
I glance over his shoulder, making sure she’s not hovering around the door. “She said she wants Louisa dead.”
The minute those words left her mouth yesterday, I could tell there wasn’t a solid conviction in them. She’s angry, feels betrayed. But Indie killing her sister?
I honestly don’t know if she’s that cold.
That would wreck a deep part of her, but I won’t be one to judge. I’ll be here to hold the pieces together if it does. Because Louiseisa fucking dead woman walking in my eyes. So if I need to take the weight of it from Indie, then so be it.
There’s not a scar or a depth I wouldn’t bear for her.
