Page 109 of Fracture
“Are you okay?” Nina asked, snapping the boss out of her thoughts.
“No. Did you hear what Benjamin said?”
Nina shook her head. “I didn’t. I heard him leave, and I was worried about you.”
The boss glared at Nina. The sniveling bitch thought she was so smart. So intuitive. That she knew what was going on. “Do you think I can’t take care of myself? I’m so weak that I would let anything happen to me?”
“No,” Nina rushed to say. “I know you wanted things handled. And Benjamin isn’t doing what he’s supposed to do. I don’t like when you’re not getting the results you expect.”
The boss eased the fist she clenched. Nina was pushing more and more lately. Acting like she had power. She didn’t. There was only one person with power.
“I always get the results I expect. And when someone fucks up like Sonya and Benjamin, they are handled.”
“Sonya?” Nina asked.
“She’s dead. She didn’t do her fucking job, so I had Jonathan put a bullet in her head before he brought Benjamin back here to update me.”
Nina’s eyes widened. Fear crossed her face.
Good. She needed to know her place. All of them did. The boss wasn’t fucking around. She was a goddamn leader. And if they didn’t want to follow, they could eat a fucking bullet.
And would.
Nina wiped her lashes, catching a tear before it spilled onto her cheeks, but the boss saw the move and smirked.
“Aw, you cared about her. Was she your friend?”
Nina shook her head.
The boss crossed the room, stopping right in front of Nina. “Did you think the two of you would ever get out of here? That I’d let you go? You know too much, Nina. You’ll never leave me. Will you?”
Nina wiped another tear and shook her head again.
The boss grabbed the bitch’s red hair and yanked.
Nina yelped.
“Are you going to leave me, Nina?” the boss demanded, tugging her hair again.
Nina shook her head. “No. I’m not going to leave you. Why would I?”
“There’s no reason for you to even consider it.”
Nina nodded.
The boss let go of her, shoving Nina away and turning to go back to her desk. “Get out.”
Nina scurried for the door.
As soon as it closed behind her, the boss sank into her chair. She stared at the wall, remembering the day she took over. The day she walked in and put a bullet in her father’s head because he thought her brother was a better choice to take over the family business.
The boss made sure her father knew what happened to his precious son before she shot him. Her father begged her not to kill him.
She hadn’t shed a tear that day, and she wasn’t going to shed any now. She was in charge. She earned it. And she wasn’t going to lose it.
Lorelei woke with a start, sitting upright in bed as memories flooded back to her. Dreams? Memories? She didn’t know the difference.
For three days, since her meeting in the park, she’d been waking up in the middle of a dream. She was brought into a mansion, gray stone with a wide front staircase that led to a solid wood door. She was dragged through the house, a maze of hallways and doors before she was shoved into a room.