Page 88 of Desperate Measures

“You were supposed to bring your father’s muscle to ODI, Micky. Not make my sappy fucking brother fall for you. He was supposed to divorce you when it was over, but that stupid fuck gave you a partnership instead,” she snarled and slapped me across the face. Hard.

“What do you want? What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? If I can’t trust Little Brother to toe the line, I’ll have to remind him who the fuck I am. And I am the O’Doyle family.”

“M-my family will pay a ransom for me. I can sign over my shares of ODI to you—” I started, desperate to stall whatever she’d set into motion.

“The Volkovs might control mines overseas, but they don’t have street muscle, Micky. Not like me. As for signing over your shares, it doesn’t matter, does it? I’ll have full control once you’re dead and Liam is shipped off to China. Mr. Chen has a bone to pick with my little brother, and I just cut a new deal.”

Fighting to stay awake, I glared at my husband’s older sister, revulsion roiling through me.

What was wrong with this woman? She would betray her family for what?

Power?

Money?

It was disgusting. Bile rose in my throat, and it was all I could do not to puke.

“Here drink this,” she said holding a cup to my lips.

I turned my head, refusing.

“What? You think I’m trying to poison you?”

She laughed maniacally, and I felt fear shiver up my spine.

Margaret O’Doyle was certifiable.

“Oh, no, Little Wolf, when I come for you, it will be head on, teeth bared. Enjoy what time you have left,” she barked, glaring at me with eyes the same color as Liam’s but that was where the similarity ended.

There was no warmth or feeling in her stare.

Only death.

Chapter 34-Liam

“Ithink that sums it up,” I said, stifling a yawn as I finished dictating the last letter to Mrs. Finley.

“Great. Can I have my office back now?” Connor said, and he didn’t sound amused.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, turning on my own personal stalking app.

I frowned.

“Pull up the cameras for my office and start going back,” I said, not bothering to explain, as I trusted Connor to follow orders.

Technically, he didn’t work for me. I was a client, but I afforded him his own office since the custom work he was doing required a lot of time and he deserved his own space.

“Shit,” he said, and I watched the scene unfold in horror.

Men rushed inside, grabbing my wife, sticking her with a needle before picking her up and carrying her away.

No. NO. NO!

“Why weren’t we fucking alerted?”

“Someone overrode the system,” Connor answered, typing frantically on his tablet and shouting commands over his radio.