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Chapter 32

Roses you are fucking off-limits. So it’s better if I avoid you, but do you know how hard that is? When all I want to do is be around you every single second of the day,” he pleads, looking at my lips, then back up to my eyes.

“I’m not sure what to say, but I don’t want these feelings to stop,” I confess, but he lets me go, taking a step back.

“Just forget about me, forget anything happened. I work for you. That’s as far as it goes.” He growls, spinning and walking out. I want to scream and throw shit around the office, but it’s time for my munchkin to open her presents. I grab my holster, sliding it on and pick up Hazel who lays her head on my shoulder, yawning. My girl is tired. It’s been a long, fun-filled day. The door opens behind me and I huff, spinning.

“Come back to tell me more things I–” I stop mid sentence, shocked at who is standing in my fucking office. I school my features and narrow my eyes.

“Well, hello, Cherry. We meet again.” He snickers.

“What is it that you want?” I ask, yawning.

“You! Dead!” He spits, and I laugh.

“Same bullshit, different day. Get in line with the rest of them,” I snarl as he takes out his gun, pointing it at Hazel’s head.

“This is what’s going to happen. You’re going to hand her over. I kill you and all is well in the world,” he tells me, and I laugh again in his face.

“Fat chance of that happening. You're a nobody sucking the boss's dick. That’s it,” I say, and he shakes his head.

“Wrong. You ever wonder what happened to your twin sister? Or how Daddy Dalton knew where you were the day he stabbed you? Or how about–,” he says, clapping his hands together in thought, bringing the barrel of the gun to his lips. “Who blew up your precious husband?” He throws his head back, laughing. My eyes narrow into slits, but I make use of this moment, taking my gun out and pointing it in his direction. His eyes widen as I cock my weapon.

“You wanted my attention? Well, now you got it. Spill,” I spit through gritted teeth.

“It was just the other day that you met her, but what a pity that you didn’t even know it was her,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“So, she’s alive?” I ask, and he nods with a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“Yes, and too bad you will never get to know your sister, April, or your nephew, Easton. Maybe me and Jameson will share her? He loves to share his meals with me, so I might as well share the mother of my child with him,” he taunts, and I growl.

“That may be true about my husband, but what did I tell you about the devil wearing two faces? He will stab you in the back soon enough. That’s if I let you leave this room alive,” I taunt, and he laughs.

“I can almost say the same for you, Jade. Are you sure he wears the right mask for you? Are you sure the one you claim loves you the most isn’t the cause of all your heartache?” he mocks, stepping closer to me. What the fuck does he mean by that?

“Back up, Monty,” I threaten, and he laughs.

“You’re not listening, Jade. Who do you think told Dalton where you were when he found you at the cemetery?” he taunts, and I shake my head.

“No! That’s bullshit!” I yell, but his smile gets wider.

“How about who is the one who placed the bomb under Dario’s Suburban? Who else would have access to your security cameras to erase the evidence?” He spits as he continues to taunt me. “He’s the reason your other daughter and husband are dead. He’s the monster,” he rasps as I shake my head.

“You’re wrong.” I shout as he takes another step closer to me.

“Who's going to save you now? All I need to do is pull the trigger and lights out,” he taunts, and I smirk.

“Funny thing is, my family surrounds this place. You may kill me, but you won’t make it down the stairs in time. So be sure you know what you are doing, because if I die here tonight, sothe fuck are you!” I growl at him, but he shakes his head.

“Not if I pull the trigger first,” he snaps.

Bang, Bang, Bang…