Page 39 of Black Wedding

“Well...it was my boss Jasp that told me, but I’m sure he got it from high up,” Lucas sobs, fresh tears rolling down his face as the room explodes with jeers. Lucas obviously didn’t realise that he just ratted out his boss in front of the entire Family. Well...I say he didn’t realise, he did as soon as people started shouting at him. I can’t help but smile as my plan plays out perfectly.

“Desmond, did you inform this Jasp person that you had put an amnesty out for my family and me?” I ask Desmond, making sure I keep my performance as theatrical as he did.

The room that was only a second ago filled with mutterings and taunts was now deathly silent. You could have heard a pin drop as I held the microphone in front of Desmond, waiting for his reply.

“Of course, I passed on the information,” Desmond growls, just as I expected him to.

“Is Jasp here tonight? Jasp, please step forward.” The room is silent as people look around for the person who should be stepping forwards. All eyes go to a group of men standing off to the side, and it is painfully obvious which one is Jasp. He looks like he must only be about twenty years old, and there’s a good chance he may have just pissed his pants. But I can’t show any mercy.

I wait for several long minutes for him to step forward, but he doesn’t. Not until Desmond’s loud command rings through the room. Without using a microphone, his instructions for Jasp to move forward could be heard by everyone, and it’s clear Jasp’s refusal to step forward angered Desmond.

“Jasp, hi. Thank you for coming forward...eventually. What I need to know from you is whether you told Lucas here that I was off-limits or not?” I ask, and I hear a slight chuckle coming from Liam, who I am pretty sure has just worked out my plan. Other than that, the room remains silent.

“I...I think I told him,” Jasp mumbles into the outstretched microphone, clearly unsure of what answer he should give.

Unfortunately for Jasp, there is no good answer here. If he says he told Lucas, he let the attempted assassination go ahead and didn’t warn someone. Or if he didn’t tell him, then he failed in his duties. But personally, I was hoping for lucky option number three, which would have been him telling me that he didn’t know. That way, I would have had proof Desmond didn’t plan to instigate the truce. So I am genuinely shocked to find out he did.

“So, what you are telling me is that you knew I was not to be harmed, you passed that information along to Lucas, and yet he still went ahead with the plan anyway? Did you know about his plan?”

Jasp’s mumbles his denial about knowing anything about the assassination attempt. Having heard this, Lucas calls out that Jasp is a liar, and it echoes around the room. Blood sprays from his mouth as he shouts about Jasp knowing everything and that he told him to go ahead with the plan anyway. It was already in motion, after all. They planned to deny knowing the kill order had been rescinded.

“Well, I think that is evidence enough for me. Jasp, please, will you stand with Lucas,” I sing, the fake sadistic smile back on my face.

Jasp doesn’t move, instead choosing to look over at Desmond. Desmond looks baffled and stares at me like I’m a book he can’t quite read yet. This is a prime example of why you should never underestimate someone. I give Liam the nod, and that is all the instructions he needs to grab the young man and drag him over onto the plastic sheeting. Jasper, obviously feeling brave, tries to bite Liam’s arm. Liam quickly pulls his arm back and punches Jasp in the gut. He doubles over, and his groan fills the room. He is lucky Liam hasn’t done more damage.

“Bree, what the hell are you doing?!” Desmond shouts at me in the lowest whisper his voice can produce. He doesn’t want anyone to see him questioning me and my methods, but he doesn’t like how things are going.

“You told me to handle this however I would normally, so that is what I am doing,” I reply sternly before turning my attention back to the audience. My hard-faced, sadistic smile, bitch face is ready.

“As far as I am concerned, both of these people not only risked my life but the lives of Liam and his family. That is a crime that cannot be forgiven. Lucas, for planting a bomb and threatening our lives, I have no choice but to sentence you to death. Jasp, for failing to stop an attack you knew about and disobeying your boss’ orders, you are sentenced to death.” I rush the words but make sure to state them clearly and with purpose.

As soon as I say the last word, I hold my gun up, aim and fire two shots. The first hits Lucas dead in the centre of his brain, and the second leaves a matching hole in Jasp’s head. The screams and pleading that started as soon as I told them their sentence became silenced in an instant. The crowd also becomes deathly silent, following the initial shock of the gunfire. As I look out over their faces, I see a mixture of shock, horror, sadness, but mostly I see fear. By killing Jasp too, I proved I will not stop at the person responsible. I will punish anyone who even plays a part in the plot. Tonight, while I may have scared the shit out of many guests, there are also quite a few with whom I just gained some respect, and that is the most significant achievement.

Handing the gun back to a shocked Evan, I give the microphone back to Desmond, who looks at me like he has just seen the real me. The genuine smile he has on his face is scarier than the fake sadistic one. As soon as I hand it over, I walk straight over to Liam’s side and take hold of his hand. He instantly begins to stroke his thumb over the back of my hand again, trying to calm my racing heart and my nerves.

“Well...at least we know Queen Bee has a fucking great aim. Let’s get that trash out of here boys, please. Now, the party can really start. The buffet is open in the adjoining room, the bar is free-flowing. So eat, drink, and for fuck’s sake, dance. Start the music!” Desmond shouts, and as soon as he does, music fills the air and people begin their mingling.

It’s funny how people can go straight back to the party and pretend like everything is perfectly normal. Like it is a very regular occurrence to have two bodies removed from the dance floor. I watch as they roll up the plastic sheeting, making sure no blood seeps out onto the dance floor. I know I probably should feel some hesitation or sadness that I took two lives just now, but I don’t. They were a threat to Liam and me, and they clearly did not respect the truce. Therefore, they would always be a threat. I feel much better knowing I took care of them myself.

“Well, that was unexpected. You just went up in my eyes, Queen Bee. Some of my boys can’t shoot as good as you did,” Desmond praises me, and all I do is smile. With a slight nod of the head to indicate he is done with our conversation, he walks away to begin his socialising.

“Wanna get a drink?” Liam asks me.

“Fuck yes, a bloody strong one, please,” I reply, and his responding chuckle warms my heart. I love hearing him laugh, particularly in this house, as this is definitely the place laughter went to die.

Liam leans in and suddenly presses his lips against mine. Using a hand on my lower back, he plasters his body against mine. I deepen the kiss, making sure my tongue sweeps along his, savouring the taste that is all Liam. I hear some whooping and catcalls that pull us out of our kiss, a clear sign we had taken things a little too far than what’s allowed in public.

As Liam slowly pulls away, he kisses my neck before whispering in my ear, “That was so fucking hot, watching you in charge like that. You have no idea how hard I am for you right now.”

I feel his words deep in my core, my pussy getting wetter at the thought of his cock straining to be free, right here, in front of everyone. I can’t wait for this fucking party to be over so we can get to the entertaining part of the night.

Thankfully the rest of the evening passes by uneventfully, but then again, when you start a party by shooting two people, things can only get better after that. I still can’t get the vision of Bree out of my head, as she holds the gun perfectly straight, not a shiver or shake, then she pulls the trigger. I was already struggling to gain control of the constant erection I’ve had since seeing her in that sexy black dress. Then add on her fire as she unapologetically showed everyone the type of leader she really is, and my dick was screwed. This erection is never going down.

All night, as we mingled, ate, talked, and danced, I was painfully aware of how much my body craved my girl. Watching her dance with Finn was the final straw. I knew there was nothing between them, and she was just being friendly with him, but horny me did not see that. Real me liked the fact my girl and my brother got on well, but horny me just saw her teasing me, and I had reached my limit for the night.

Just as the song is about to finish, I stride over and grab Bree’s arm before pulling her, slightly more aggressively than I would usually, towards the nearest door. We had gone through the servant’s entrance, which is good as there would be less room to be interrupted. Opening the second door on the left, I smile at the thought that the place hasn’t changed since I was younger.

As young boys, Evan, Finn, and I used to run riot around these halls. We loved to explore each and every room. We always found new hiding places and new spaces to explore with a house as big as ours. So I knew when I opened this door that it was one of the servant bathrooms.

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