Page 17 of Endure the Pain

U boke our dear!

*Deal

U promis ed

Farter first boss second

I burst into a fit of giggles after rereading that last text I sent.Oops.

Then my phone rang and it was Stefan. In a panic, I sent him to voicemail.

I don’t want to talk u I madder at you!I texted quickly.

I don’t want tot ear ur excuses

Ur a man liputator

U don’t lobe me

Nver have

Wha I have to do?

U make e sad

I almost jumped out of my skin when there was a knock on my door. I got up and teetered a little, really feeling the effects of the wine. Using the arm of the couch, I righted myself and continued on toward the door. Josh, one of my father’s goons, who monitored the control room, was standing out in the hall with a phone pressed to his ear.

He held the phone out to me. “The boss wants to speak to you.”

I glared at the phone. “I don’t want to talk to him.”

Josh got a panicked look on his face.

“Better yet, tell him I hope the maid forgot to change the sheets in his hotel room and the previous guest had dirty, sweaty sex on them. Enjoy your trip, Stefan!” I slurred loudly, confident he’d heard me, and slammed my door closed. Despite being drunk, deep down I knew I was probably making an ass of myself. I just didn’t care. It could have been the alcohol giving me the courage or it could have been that I didn’t want to hold back when it came to Stefan anymore. Yes, he was the boss. He could be that to everyone else. Not me. Fuck how things were done. It was time for change. He was my father and would only be my father.

I made my way back over to my phone, debating going off on Stefan again, but saw that it was about to die and went to go plug it in by my nightstand instead. My bedroom door burst open, startling me. In walked Josh and two other goons whose names I didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve been ordered to confiscate any alcohol in your room and to make sure you go to bed,” Josh said.

Alrighty then. If that’s how it’s going to be, fine.I reached under my pillow and grabbed the Glock that I had hidden there. I turned back to the goons and cocked it. The two goons I didn’t know were already standing by my coffee table, getting ready to take my wine, and they froze. My eyes traveled between them with an arched brow. The three of them exchanged nervous glances.

Josh put his hands up. “Ma’am?”

“Would you like to hear a story?” I asked and didn’t wait for a response. “Three goons barged into the Banphrionsa’s room late at night. Little did the three goons know, the Banphrionsa was just as ruthless as her father and enjoyed killing a little too much. Let’s be honest, killing can be a fucking high, especially when she gets to kill someone who’s wronged her. Now, let me set the scene. There’s three against one. How many can she shoot before one of them can pull his weapon to stop her from killing them all? My bet is on two. She’s an excellent shot, but I doubt she’s fast enough to take out all three of you. Plus, she’s had quite a bit to drink tonight. So one of you will live. Well, until the boss finds out what happened. Because, no matter how upset he is with her and she with him, he will fucking kill anyone who hurts his Banphrionsa. Do you know the point of this entire story, gentleman?”

“We have orders,” Josh repeated, in a pleading tone.

“Wrong. It’s that parents and their kids don’t always agree, and you just fucked yourselves by getting in the middle.”

“Then what are we supposed to do?” one of them asked.

“Get the fuck out,” I practically growled at the same time that Jamie walked through the door.

He scanned the room, lingering on the gun in my hands. His expression hardened and he turned a murderous glare on the goons. All three of them got matching panicked looks on their faces.

“Sir, she’s had a lot to drink tonight and the boss is worried because she is still on medication from her accident. He asked us to confiscate any alcohol and help her get to bed,” Josh explained quickly.

Jamie’s glare lessened a little and he looked at me.