Page 66 of Poison Aches

Kai stays with me and Ty with Angel,at all times. She just doesn't know it.

“Yes, sir.”

“He’s to watch her round the clock and closely,” I instruct.

Ivy, for all intents and purposes, has never been a pressing matter, but still, one has to carefully guard against dying flames…or else who knows what might catch on fire?

“Yes, sir.” Kai bows slightly as we drive up the dimly lit driveway.

I notice multiple cars parked, the men standing around, waiting.

The car stops right beside the stately stairs leading to the wide-open double doors.

My door is opened and immediately, I’m no longer the Emmett from Westbrook Blues.

Here, I’m Emmett Alessio Damian Easton, the heir of the Easton Outfit, and the devil that shouldn’t have been.

As soon as I step out of the car, the fifty men around all bow their heads.

A tense ripple of anticipation is in the air tonight and as I look up to see Ripley, Grandfather’s long-serving butler, I noticethe tension, can even sense the fear, the awe and respect, and then… the excitement from an asshole.

“Cousin! You’re finally here!” Xavier, my second uncle’s son says cheerfully when he sees me. The hate in his eyes is glowing green tonight. “We were beginning to think you’d chicken out and go blow your brains out in a dark corner somewhere.”

I don’t bother looking at him.

“Is that how you imagine your own death?” I ask instead, and he jerks. “I can make that pitiful wish from an insignificant cousin come true.”

Every man has thought of different ways to die or how they would kill another. In some ways, the more gruesome or horrific or dishonorable the death, the more they would never think that kind of death would happen to them.

“At this crucial time, you can still dare be arrogant?” Xavier seethes. “Just you wait and see what’s about to happen to you tonight!”

With that, he shoots me a smirk and then he rushes into the towering mansion.

I watch the clueless bastard go.

Judging by that, it seems dearly departed Jonny or Freddy was right.

The family is close to finding out about my fucking heart condition and that I won’t live long, but I can’t let that happen.

At least not tonight.

In fact, I’ve put measures in place for that specifically.

“Has it been done?” I mutter silently.

“Yes, sir,” Kai replies from behind me. “It’s complete.”

Good.

The vermin is in the trap.

Now… to chop its damn head off and squash the rest of its body like ground meat.

CHAPTER 9

Emmett

“Good evening, Young Master,” Ripley says. “It’s good to have you back home, sir.”

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