Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
My foot slams against the chest of the guard on his knees, throwing him back at least three feet while clenching my fist around the other man's cock. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?” I roar, my hard glare snapping up to Ida’s as the man falls apart beneath my tight grip.
“You heard me,” Ida spits, striding deeper into my room. “You fucked up. Elodie showed herself during the funeral and told every last person what had been going on. They’re never going to follow you. You have no shot at leading Dynasty. You’re screwed.”
“She’s not alive. I saw the video myself.”
“Did you see her dead body?” Ida returns. “Did you watch the life drain out of her eyes? I don’t think so. You let those boys fool you.”
“But … your son. Dante. He perished right along with her.”
“He did no such thing.”
“FUCK.” A loud, ear-shattering shriek tears out of me and I throw myself to my feet. “No. No. No. No. This isn’t right. She’s dead. I know she’s dead.”
Rage burns within me and in a split second, I reach down to the futon and grab the discarded gun before letting off two perfect shots, each bullet lodging right between the eyes of my two guards—my now very dead guards.
“FUCCCCCK,” I squeal, my hands shaking as I launch the gun at the window, letting it shatter the glass into a million pieces.
“Seriously?” Ida grumbles, her lips pulling up in disgust at the sight of the two men lying dead on my floor, their blood seeping into the carpet. “A tantrum? That’s how you want to handle this? You’re losing it, Paris. You’re getting dangerously low on players while she keeps gaining more. Elodie has you beat and there’s nothing you can do about it. I might as well jump ship.”
“Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP,” I screech, my hands going into my hair and fisting into tight knots as my mind takes me over every possible scenario. “It’s just a temporary setback. I’ll blindside her.”
“Right,” Ida laughs. “Haven’t you tried that already? You failed. You keep failing. It’s time to face the music, Paris. You’re washed up. You’re never going to make it into leadership. Let’s just cut ties now and I’ll try to save myself before they find out we’ve been working together.”
“No,” I rush out, my heart racing in my chest as I silently go over all my options. “It isn’t over. My daughter. Ember. We still have her.”
“Ember was captured and thrown into the cells. You have no leg to stand on. You’re scrambling. Just leave it alone and run. Move out of state, go somewhere else and save yourself. They’re going to kill you. It’s only a matter of time.”
I storm forward, meeting her face to face. “I’m not giving up,” I roar. “I’m going to finish what I started and take back what’s rightfully mine.”
Ida shakes her head, looking at me as though I’ve completely lost my mind. “You’re going crazy,” she laughs. “By all means, keep going on this reckless path, but you’re done dragging me down with you. I have a family to think about.”
I scoff, clutching onto her wrist to stop her from leaving. “Says the woman who knowingly allowed my men to kidnap her children,” I remind her. “If you walk out that door, I’ll make sure they know all about you. We’re seeing this through if it’s the last thing we do.”
Ida narrows her gaze, not appreciating my threat one bit. “You can’t win this.”
“Mark my words, Ida. I will win, even if it means taking you down to do it. Nothing will stop me from finishing her pathetic life and taking back what’s mine. I’m going to slit her throat and listen to how she drowns in her own blood. I’m going to revel in it, bathe in it, thrive with it. Elodie Ravenwood will die by my hand, and when she does, all of Dynasty will know about it. Then they will bow down to me until my dying days.”
CHAPTER 16
My arms twist around my body as I desperately attempt to pull myself free from the red latex dress. Don’t get me wrong, it’s sexy as fuck and I feel like an absolute boss in it, but getting in and out of it has been an absolute nightmare.
I shouldn’t have sent the boys away. They were right there, standing at the bottom of the stairs begging to be the one to come up with me and finish this incredibly weird day off right, but I pushed them all back as there are just too many emotions clouding my mind to think straight.
I don’t even know what to think anymore. I don’t want to be angry with them, but a part of me simply can’t help it. I want to scream and let loose. I want to make them feel what I felt when I watched them drive away. I want them to fear for their lives the way I feared for mine in those woods, but mostly, I want them to feel the overwhelming grief I felt when I thought they didn’t love me. But I can’t. I can’t do that to them. The idea of them feeling those things terrifies me.