FORTY | Last Resort | Mitt
FORTY
Last Resort
Mitt
“ G oddamn it!” I yelled and threw a glass of whiskey against the wall of my office.
Tinsley was so fucking stubborn. The one personality trait I loved about my soon-to-be ex-wife but hated all at the same time. She couldn’t sign the damn divorce papers and take what she had wanted in the first place. She had to meet with the beast who had set this all into motion, but she had no fucking clue.
Tinsley was walking into a death trap. She demanded to see my father. The one person who wanted to end her life all in the name of love.
I had bodyguards stationed outside of Tinsley’s hospital room twenty-four hours a day since she woke up, and one informed me of the undesirable meet up. A guard had snooped into her cell phone daily while a nurse helped her take a shower. My angel was healing and getting stronger every day, but the day was fast approaching where she’d get discharged. The thought of her free to do as she pleased made my head spin with worry, and the more time that passed without her signing those papers made the target on her back even bigger.
I had to stop Tinsley because she was in grave danger.
I wouldn’t let Cyprus Morgan take Tinsley from this earth. I’d do whatever I had to and make her see that she needed to be away from me. I’d crush her beautiful heart and burn her pretty soul. She’d kill me softly in the process, but I’d do anything to watch her rise from my father’s death grip and die an old lady warm in her bed. My angel deserved life, not an early grave where I’d blow my brains out to be with her in the afterlife.
Tinsley had to see. She had to feel there was nothing between us and there never would be. I had to force my feisty wife to want to end our marriage, meant only for destruction. I’d truly slice her open and hold her beating heart in my blood-soaked hand until it stopped.
I had a plan. Unfortunately, I needed my father’s help, and I did the one thing I never imagined I’d do. I called the bastard.