Page 66 of Midnight Legacy

Jordan typed on his phone. “Name?”

“Henry Graham.” Clive sobbed.

Jordan continued to type, nodding when the information checked out.

“Give my regards to Malcolm,” I told Clive as I removed the scalpel from Jordan’s hand and cut straight across his throat. He gargled, his eyes rolling back in his head, and his knees giving way.

“At least he has no piss left,” Jordan muttered darkly.

“I doubt he could pee through that mess.” I nodded at what had been his dick.

Jordan shrugged. “He fucked me off talking about my dad. Everyone knew him but me and no one ever talks about him.”

I knew it was the reason that Jordan had photographs of every Council member on file. Before he took over security there were names and nothing else. His grandfather was too upset to have photos of Jordan’s mum in the house. All he possessed was one photo of her he found in his grandfather’s desk years ago.

“My dad’s alive and they rarely talk about him, it’s just the way they are.” I stepped back as Clive’s blood began to pool at my feet. “Maybe we should have handed him over to Dante.”

“At least my boots would had survived.”

“When we get rid of his body, there’s someone we need to track down,” I said, my back molars starting to grind in bad temper.

Jordan’s eyebrows lifted fractionally. “Should I keep these boots on so I don’t ruin another pair?”

A dark smile lifted my lips. “I don’t give a fuck if the little shit pisses on my boots because I intend to piss all over his dead body.”

“The dick pic guy?” Jordan guessed.

“Oh, yeah, he’ll never be anywhere near my wife again.”

Jordan never commented as he retreated into his own head.

The guy didn’t know it yet, but him and his dick were both dead men walking.

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Chapter Eighteen

Cassandra

Xavier had had the pond from my old home replicated, and I actually wondered if the fish had been rehomed here. They came to the surface beside the pier to be fed. We’d been here three days and the guys came and went regularly, their expressions hard. Lucas Black was arriving tomorrow to ensure our security. Xavier painted the picture of him as a Rambo figure that would rampage across the countryside killing everything in his wake.

I stared at the beautiful home Xavier had created for us and sighed. It was supposed to be a home for our family, and now it was a war command.

“That’s an awfully big sigh.” I spun to find my husband watching me with his hip propped against one of the posts.

I instinctively moved into his arms to lean into his strength. “I was just thinking that this was supposed to be our home and now it is a place where war is planned.”

“Hey.” He tipped my head back. “A home is a place filled with the people we love. Those four walls have everyone we care about in them.”

It was silly, but I wanted time that belonged to only us. That we could have sex on the kitchen counter the way we had previously without worrying about anyone wandering in to disturb us.

“This isn’t forever,” he said, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“I just want this to be over.” The thought of him hurt kept me awake at night.

“It will be. We’re tracking down threats every single day, baby.”

Changing the topic, I nodded to the fish. “Are they Mum’s fish?”

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