Chapter 24
Idon’t wait for Lachlan to knock, as I'm watching on the cameras, opening my office door as soon as he steps up to it. “What the fuck did you do?” I hiss.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” he says politely.
“Bullshit! You cost me good leverage over the damn Council.”
“What happened to the kid?” He frowns, and actually looks worried, but…I know it was him.
“You took him! You gave him back to those…those…degenerates!”
He shakes his head. “I stopped by here last night to bring him food, made sure he was okay alone, and then I left. Check your cameras.”
“I did.”
“And?” He raises a dark brow.
Nothing. The cameras show exactly what he said, but… “Then explain how he’s fucking gone!”
Lachlan opens his mouth to tell more lies, but I don’t give him the chance. Pulling my gun, I shoot him in one shoulder, then the other. Next, I go for both knees.
As he collapses, I stare down at him, feeling…
nothing. Absolutely nothing. Curling my lip in disgust at how pathetic he is, I can at least respect he’s not a coward.
Too many would have tried to run from their fate, but Lachlan’s strength, and ability to face his fuckups, is what helped catapult him to his position.
Not that it saves him, it only means this can end quickly, rather than a drawn-out process.
Bringing my foot back, I kick him in his knee, then his side. Over and over, I kick him. He tries to curl up, and when that doesn’t work, the pain takes over and he tries to squirm away, heedless of his bleeding and broken body. I shoot him in the back of his left shoulder, then kick him again.
I kick him so hard it reverberates up my leg. If he lives, he’ll be pissing blood for weeks. Not that he’ll make it out of here alive…
Kicking him once more for good measure, I shoot him in the back, but before I can shoot him in the head, there’s a knock on my office door and the head housekeeper opens it. She sees Lachlan on the floor and blanches, before holding out the cordless house phone with shaky hands.
“Senator…th—the new Fire Chief is on the phone. He…he says it’s urgent. There’s a fire at one of your other properties…”
“Fuck!” Striding over to her, I grab the phone.
“Sh—should I…”
“Leave him! He doesn’t deserve your mercy.”
Ushering her out, I follow her, slamming the door behind me after engaging the lock, so no one walks in and helps the bastard.
The terrified woman scurries off down the hall and I bring the phone to my ear, wishing I had poured a drink before all this started.
Something tells me I’m going to need it.