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“Are you sure?” Boogie ran a hand down my back.
“Yeah, I needed this,” I murmured, snuggling closer to King.
My mind still felt like chaos, but it felt like controlled chaos. I needed them to ease my mind, but I still wished I didn’t have to run Christmas Town alone.
Chapter 4
Boogie
Lance gave me a dirty look as I walked into the compound with King behind me, holding a sleepy Ally. He wasn’t happy when we showed up to take our girl, and he looked like he had been waiting for us.
“Is this going to be a recurring thing?” he snapped.
I raised my brow at him.
“Look, you hired me to protect her, right? So, you taking her in the middle of the night?—”
“When she is with us, you don’t have to worry about her,” I snarled, pushing him against the wall with a blade pressed against his throat.
“Boogie, he’s doing his job,” King said, walking past us.
Lance pushed me away.
“She’s ours and what we do with her is our business. She will always be protected with us, you will never have to worry about her safety,” I said, sheathing my knife.
“Understood,” Lance said, glaring at me before walking down a hallway.
I hated that he questioned our intentions, but I respected that he was looking out for Ally. That’s all I ever wanted, peoplewho would fight for her like we did. I made my way to Ally’s room, and walked in to see King tucking her in.
He didn’t want to stay, but I wasn’t going to give him an option. It was a long drive from here and I wanted a few hours of sleep with her. King rolled his eyes at me when I took my pants off.
“We said we’d go home,” he whispered.
“And I changed my mind,” I said, sliding into bed with her.
“This is going to tack on two extra hours?—”
“Just get into the bed, King,” I snapped, pulling Ally closer to me.
He sighed. I knew he was going to eventually get into the bed with us. King could pretend he was going to deny us all he wanted, but I knew he wanted this as much as I did. Ally had us wrapped around her fingers and she didn’t even know it.
“Just pull the trigger,and I’ll let you live,” I murmured to the scared CEO.
The scumbag did it and I quickly pulled it towards him and he shot himself in the head. It was so quick he barely had enough time to register he was going to die, and that this was a gift. The poor girl in front of me had to suffer with the truth of her impending death.
“Mars didn’t think we could pull this off,” King said, laying down evidence on the floor.
“They were fucking so that made it easier,” I said, walking around the blood splatter not to disturb it. “He also had a gun registered to his name with a pregnant wife at home.”
“What a fucking idiot,” King snarled, slipping some more evidence into her purse.
“Typical,” I shrugged, walking out to the hotel’s living room. We had about two minutes before someone came to check on the gunshot.
King followed me to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind. We took off our booties, gloves and plastic suits and quietly left the corner room to walk down to the floor below. They were cleaning rooms; we put our trash in one of the cleaning bins and paid off one of the maids.
Chaos ensued as we left the hotel, and we made one last stop at the woman’s house to plant more evidence of her trying to make their affair public. It would be the catalyst to their downfall and the murder-suicide ploy.
King and I lingered as we listened to the police channel, watching the hotel and then her apartment, making sure they interpreted our evidence exactly as we wanted. It went off smoothly and by the afternoon the news channels were already reporting about their affair and how she wanted to go public with it.
