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Well, that’s the story Dirty is cooking up right now.
I’ll kill this fucker, the prospects will burn him and spread his ashes, and his wife won’t have the burden of his funeral. I amwell aware that Elsie is not her biological child. She accepted her husband’s affair baby because the silly bitch just loved him too much, but could never bond with her.
She wins in this.
My phone buzzes again, and he looks up, his light brown eyes locking with mine before he smiles.
“Ah, if it isn’t my son-in-law,” he says with glee, “Come to tell me you’ve finally begun to start a family?”
I smirk and admit, “Actually, I divorced your daughter ten months ago and married someone else.”
His smile vanishes as he sneers, “Excuse me?”
I chuckle as I walk forward and explain, “I met this woman at the club, you know, Rebel’s Phoenix, and I was mesmerized and knew I had to have her. After a week, I managed to get Judge Jones to grant the divorce without Elsie knowing and issue a marriage license. I married Rose without a second thought.”
James nostrils flare as he growls, “Your father –”
I cut him off and state, “Is perfectly happy with it,” shocking him before I lean over his desk and sneer, “And before you even try to threaten it, I know all about what you did to my father, and I also know you have no other evidence or proof like you claimed, Dirty wiped it!”
His pulse on his neck throbs as I bring up the bloody knife and I admit, “This is what I used to kill your daughter,” I look him in his shocked, scared eyes, “After she tried to kill my wife and now, you get the same treatment while your wife gets everything. After all of your close friends and relatives find out you’ve been fucking your business partner and his son…”
“I-I…” he stutters, but then gasps as I thrust the knife into his heart before he can even stand.
His eyes widen, tears fall, and his body slumps back in his chair, blood coating his white shirt.
“Rot in hell, mother fucker,” I mutter as my phone buzzes again, and I shove away from James’ desk and turn and walk out of his office, knowing Dirty will send the prospects up.
Rose is now finally safe.
Ignoring Doc’s hundredth miscall tonight, I grip the papers I picked up from Judge Jones on my way here after speaking with Dirty about James’ body and confirming his wife gets everything. I walk through the staircase door, heading down the hallway.
She’s awake, that is what one of the many voicemails everyone has left me while I was busy on a killing spree said.
Rose is awake, and now I need to do what I promised myself and her I’d do, even if it kills me.
I come up to her room, a room I’ve yet to step into, knowing the guilt of what happened to her would eat me alive, and I’d self-destruct. I take a deep breath before walking inside.
I notice Doc and William looking relieved to see me, but they soon turn stoic, seeing what is in my hands.
It doesn’t take a genius to know what they are.
I ignore them and look towards the bed and lock eyes with Rose, the woman who showed me that the one really does fucking exist.
She has bags underneath her pretty eyes, she’s pale, and her hair is in a messy knot. Her body is covered with one of my shirts she stole months ago that I’m guessing Donna or Kimmy brought in for her.
She’s gorgeous and fuck me I’m going to miss her...
My heart is screaming at me not to do this, but my head knows this is the right decision.
“Where have you been?” she asks quietly when I don’t say anything, too busy taking her in before I leave, as her dad stands near the window watching with Doc.
Her voice, so fucking soft. I’ve missed it, I’ve missed her.
“Killing my ex-wife and her father,” I admit lowly, and Doc curses, “Fuck!”
Guess I should have told my Pres that today was the day my plan came into place.
Rose doesn’t break eye contact, she doesn’t even flinch at my admission. Instead, she asks, “Are you divorcing me?”
