Page 17 of Hateful Union
She glances to her right and sighs, no doubt her family is about to interrupt us. “This is one big chess game,” she says quickly. “The difference between you and me? I can clearly see what’s in front of me. I will not be a fucking pawn for you to play to get to my father. He is not the king.” She stares at me with sheer hatred, “I’m the motherfucking queen and when the time comes, I’m going to checkmate your fucking arse. Now, do the world a favour, go find a hole and crawl into it.” She flips her hair over her shoulder, turns on her heel and walks away.
I’m unable to pull my eyes from her arse as it sways away from me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Harry sneers at me as he steps up to me.
“Paying my respects,” I reply, there’s steel in my tone. I bloody hate this prick. “It’s not every day that a raping son-of-a-bitch gets his comeuppance.”
His eyes flash with anger, but he knows better than to unleash it here. Too many innocent people that will get caught in the crossfire.
“You have some fucking nerve,” he grinds out, his boys starting to move towards us. “Was it you? Hmm? Did you tell the Morales’ about the girl? How the fuck did they know where Mayer and my daughter would be?”
Oh this is priceless, seems as though the Silver princess didn’t tell the full truth about what happened that night. Once again, she confuses me with her actions. Why wouldn’t she want her father to know? She obviously blames me for what happened to the bastard, surely she’d want revenge?
“Didn’t need to.” I respond casually, the people paying their respects to the raping arsehole are unable to pull their gaze off Harry and I, probably wondering when it’s about to pop off, that would account for those that are rushing from the graveside towards their cars. “Everyone knows what sick bastards you and those fucking Banks’ are.”
His nostrils flare and I merely smile. God, these Silvers are so fucking easy to wind up.
“I want to know what the hell you’re doing talking to my daughter,” he clips out, and finally, fucking finally, I see the real reason he’s pissed. I was near his precious daughter.
I shrug, “Wanted to see if she was busy later.”
It’s Bentley that reacts, surging forwards, his eyes wild, lips thinned, and his fists balled tight. “You leave Raylee the fuck alone. She doesn’t exist for you.”
“She’s an adult; she can do whatever the hell she wants.”
Kiro clamps his arms around his younger brother. “He’s baiting you,” he tells him.
Bentley tries to shrug him off, “I don’t care. Raylee has been used enough by arseholes. It fucking stops.”
I chuckle at him, they’re so fucking stupid. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to.” I turn my back on them and move towards the exit where Christian is waiting. Once I reach him, I glance back over my shoulder. “I’ll be seeing you all real soon.”
They all tense at my threat.
The Silvers’ organization is going to crumble beneath them.
I’ll take the organization and then one by one I’ll take the men, until there’s nothing left.
It remains to be seen whether or not Raylee will be one of those to fall or not.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Christian says, glancing at the Silver men. “Those fuckers make my trigger finger twitchy.”
“No deaths, well not just yet,” I tell him. “When the time comes you can have at it. Kill as many as you want.”
“Obliged,” he grins. “What happened with Raylee? She looks mighty pissed.”
I snort, that’s an understatement. I think that woman was born fucking pissed. I explain what happened and he shakes his head.
“I don’t want to hear it.” I cut him off before he can even have a chance to say whatever the fuck it is.
“I was just going to say,” he snipes. “That the sooner you fuck her the better. Get her out of your system and then you can evaluate this properly. Just like with Sienna.”
I grind my teeth at her name. He thinks I saw the vulnerability that she showed me and wanted it. Wanted her. That’s why I’m pissed she died, but that’s not it at all. I’d have been pissed if it was anyone that I used to fuck. But to leave her in my office was a message to me.
I got it loud and clear and the retaliation has just begun.
“Where too?” he asks, once we’re in the car.
“Home,” I tell him. “I need to get some work done.”