Page 81 of Deceiver

Dammit.

I can’t wait for the day he laughs. Really laughs.

It’ll complete me.

“Let’s get to business now,” Western finally orders, but his voice is a lot lighter than it was before. “Bonnie has an idea, and it’s a fuckin’ good one.”

“We’re listenin’,” Colt says, crossing his arms, a smirk still on his face.

“Bonnie,” Western says, extending a hand to indicate I can speak.

“Well, as you all know I’m a reporter. A touchy subject around here, but something that could help us. I have someone who owes me a big favor, and I’m going to use that. I’m going to write a story, but that story is going to expose Bill Whart for the monster he is. Then, he’s going to prison until the day his boss has him killed in there.”

“You’ve got my attention,” Venom mutters, crossing his arms.

“Mine, too,” Fury nods. “Go on.”

“Well, Western has been making calls and he has managed to get enough of the boys you’ve saved to come forward and tell the truth. I’m going to get each and every one of their stories, and we’re going to blast it all over the media. I have a cop friend, don’t worry, he’s a good one. He’s going to interview each and every one of them before we release the story, and then he’s going to arrest Bill Whart. When Bill’s boss finds out he has been caught, he’s going to make sure he can’t talk and Bill will be no longer...”

It's a good plan.

I know it.

They know it.

I’m a damned genius.

“That’s not a bad plan,” Colt nods, impressed.

“Oh, I know,” I grin.

“You’ve got the boys on board?” Colt asks Western.

“Enough of them.”

“Then what the fuck are we waitin’ for? Let’s bring this asshole down!” Mex says, grinning.

Western looks to me. “You ready for this?”

“I have been ready since the day I first heard the name Bill Whart. Let’s do this.”

“Mex will take you into town so you can organize the story to be released. We’ll get your cop friend set up with the boys. Let’s finish this.”

God yes.

Let’s finish it.

Finally.

Bill is never going to know what has hit him.

It’s the end of the line for him.

~*~*~*~

HOLDING MY BREATH,I wait in desperation for the television to come on.

For the news to break.