Page 118 of Tangled Lies

I stepped around my father while the other two brought out Carrow with a towel stuffed in his mouth.

The senator tried to move, but Margo surprised me again. For a girl who had nothing but time to overthink things, she’d done a ton of the right moves to get away. Too bad this world was against her, or maybe it wasn’t that bad. Pride swelled in my chest when she held a knife out, ready to meet his eye.

He slowly straightened, and with it, Margaux adjusted her angle.

“Uncle, what do you think you can do? Roe, tell me you got his confession recorded.”

I tossed her my phone.

“I knew your paranoia wouldn’t let me down, hubby.”

All eyes were on her, and I really tried to fucking hide the fact she’d called me something other than Ronan. Hubby?

“Pretty girl, call me hubby next. It gives me the tingles,” Jett said, dropping Carrow on the floor with a thud. He cocked his gun and stood next to her.

“Ronnie isn’t the only one who said I do, even if the law thinks that’s the case.”

Barone looked toward me.

“What did you do, Ronan? How dare you defy me!”

I looked toward Jett.

“If we can avoid shooting anyone, that would make this a lot quieter.”

Jett gave me a quick little tick of his head.

“Got it. Margaux, watch the side of your uncle's neck. See the vein popping out?”

Jett stepped closer and teased the senator with the barrel of his gun while he damn near traced the vein.

“Cut that one, and he’ll bleed out quick.”

Thorne finally broke his silence.

“What the fuck is going on here? Is she with both of them?”

Knox’s deep voice scared the shit out of Thorne when he answered.

“It’s none of your business who she is with. But no. It’s not just the two of them, prick.”

I swear that guy never smiled, but for her?

“Careful there, Knoxy-baby. Your face might crack,” Jett said, earning a quick flick of the bird from Knox.

“I don’t fucking care what kind of slut you raised, Harrington. Is someone going to tell me why my son is tied up on the floor?”

Thorne went to move, but I mirrored his lethargic movements. He wasn’t much of a threat.

“All I have to do is call, and I’ll have people in here. How dare you tie up my son!”

Margaux turned.

“Oh, and stabbed. How dare I stab and then tie up your pervert of a son? That’s what you meant, right?”

I watched as my father’s arm shifted and knew he was going for a gun. Between him and Thorne, he was the only threat. I moved before he could notice and hit him in the back of the head, right where I knew would be the best chance for him to pass out.

Barone slumped.