Page 120 of Tangled Lies

Harrington took his glass, and before I could stop him, he tossed it at Margaux. Jett grabbed her, but the dress was still stained in red.

“So we’re doing this the hard way then?” Knox asked, kicking Carrow and leaving him to die.

Jett still held Margaux, looking at her dress.

“Wow. That was really rude, Uncle. How much did this wedding set you back? Good thing she hated this dress anyway.”

Margaux reached up behind her and patted Jett’s cheek.

“He is rude, isn’t he? Thanks, pretty boy, for the support. Now it’s my turn to repay my uncle for all his kindness.”

Maybe Harrington was really a bad guy, but the way Knox grabbed him and twisted his arms behind his back made him look more like a small rag doll.

“Margaux, do the honors.”

She stepped toward Knox and her uncle, holding the knife firm just like she’d been shown.

“If I cut really slow, will he scream too loud?”

Talon stepped forward with a blue silk handkerchief, the one from his suit pocket, and shoved it in the guy’s mouth.

“Not anymore. The music in the banquet hall is loud enough that no one is going to hear through these walls either. Enjoy, princess.”

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, but it was Thorne throwing back the glass of wine.

“I don’t need this shit. I always knew you were going to be my ruin, Harrington.”

Thorne flopped down to his knees in defeat.

“Now that’s better. Have a good sleep, see you in hell,” Talon said.

Jett turned to Harrington next.

“Seeing as you decided not to comply and Margaux has a thirst for blood, maybe we take this outside.”

Knox hit the senator, knocking him out.

“Great. Let’s go finish up the wedding,” Jett said, picking Margaux up in his arms and waiting for the rest of us to do the heavy lifting.

CHAPTER 29

MARGAUX

“What will you do with the bodies?”

Ronan got into the driver's seat and turned my way.

“They’ll be gone before anyone notices.”

I didn’t want to know. Or maybe I did. The groan in the back of the SUV was a distraction though. Both men were tied up with zip ties. My uncle hadn’t even come around yet, and the blood pooling around his head made me wonder if he would.

Barone though?

“Oh good. Daddy Dom’s awake. Ronnie, your dad’s up again,” Jett said, going back to sitting in his seat like nothing odd was going on.

“Knox, call my brother Maddox. Tell him to meet us at the compound. He’s about to become the head of the family,” Ronan said.

If I’d thought Jett and Talon never shut up, I was wrong. And the silence in the car sent my heart to my throat.