“Baby, David is part of you. He would never do anything to jeopardize your life or the lives of those you care about. Now, no more arguments. I’m telling Schaffler to bring him here tonight. In the meantime, I’m starved, what’s for lunch?”
“You, my love, are always hungry lately,” Dakota told her as he grabbed her hand and lead her into the kitchen. “I made turkey salad sandwiches and fried potatoes.”
“Yummy,” she licked her lips as she sat at the table.
Dakota sat across from her and they ate in silence for a couple minutes before Dakota started talking. “Lis, I think we need to get Rachel out of there tomorrow night. I don’t think it’s safe to wait much longer than that.”
“I happen to agree with you,” Lis told him and grinned. “Now, let’s finish this and clean up some before I call Schaffler.”
“As you wish, my love,” Dakota replied with a grin.
They finished eating and stacked their plates in the sink before Dakota took Lis’ hand and lead her to the bedroom. “I think we need a nap before we face my brother.”
“You just want to get me in bed,” Lis teased and Dakota flashed a wicked smile at her.
“Always, my love, always,” he agreed.
Lis smiled and rose to her tip toes to brush a soft kiss across his lips. “Love, I am always ready to fall into bed with you.”
“That’s my girl,” he said softly before kissing her deeply.
“Dakota, make love to me,” Lis breathed against his lips as urgency to be one consumed them both.
“Elisabeth, that is exactly what I plan on doing.”
****
“Morgan,” Kevin answered on the first ring.
“I have news. Meet me at the old junkyard on the South side of town at ten pm tonight and I will tell you everything I know,” the voice on the line said almost silently.
“Who is this?” Kevin asked, not recognizing the voice.
“Someone you used to know,” the voice answered. “Ten pm at the old junkyard, don’t be late.”
Before he could respond the line went dead. He looked at the phone in his hand and shook his head.
“That was weird,” he said out loud to the empty room and looked at the time on his phone. It was six pm and it only took about forty minutes to get to the junkyard from where he was so he had plenty of time to decide if he was going of not.
As he sat there and thought about who that could have been and what they could possibly tell him, he remembered that Morrison had only given him till morning to find out who the spy is and he was no closer now than he was when he talked to Morrison this morning.
“What the hell? Can’t hurt to meet with this person, right?” He asked himself and shook his head. “Can’t hurt a thing,” he answered his question and chuckled.
While Kevin talked to himself, debating the pros and cons of meeting this stranger in the junkyard, Tiffany and Rachel planned how the meeting would go.
“Tiffany, I’m going with you. This guy has lied to my family and there is no telling how many innocent girls he has hurt over the years.”
“Rachel, I’m not sure I can get you out of the manor for that long that time of night,” Tiffany argued.
“Let me handle that,” Rachel told her and smiled. “I think it’s time I give Mike what he wants.”
“No way in hell you’re sleeping with him,” Tiffany responded, disgust lacing her words.
“Fuck no, but I can drug him and make him think I’m going to sleep with him. I have some very strong sleeping pills that his doctor gave me right after I got here. I was having terrible nightmares and waking everyone in the house up with my screams so they medicated me.”
“So, you’re going to what, slip it in his drink at dinner? He’ll kill you if he catches you.”
“Not his drink at dinner. I’m going to slip it into his after-dinner scotch. He always has a scotch after dinner and he usually makes me make it for him. It’ll be simple to mix three or four pills into it,”
“That could work. How long will the pills last?”
“Six to eight hours at least,” Rachel answered and Tiffany grinned.
“Plenty of time,” Tiffany told her and chuckled. “You want to be the one to eliminate Kevin Morgan, don’t you?”
“I really do. He deserves something as heinous as he is.”
“Then you shall have your wish. Once he gets there tonight he’s all yours.”
“Good. Now we sit down to dinner in an hour so we’d better get ready. We need at least an hour at the junkyard to set up what I have in mind.”
“Wanna fill me in?” Tiffany asked as she changed into a nice suit for dinner.
Rachel laughed a little and told Tiffany, step by step, what she had in mind as she got ready for dinner.
An hour later, as they headed downstairs to dinner, Rachel snagged a little bag off her dresser. Inside, crushed into a fine powder, was four of her tiny sleeping pills. She almost wished she’d have crushed the entire bottle, but she knew killing him wasn’t an option, not yet anyway.
Chapter Seven
“Rachel, Tiffany, lovely to see such beautiful ladies dining with me tonight,” Mike told them as he rose from the table when they walked into the dining room.
“Michael,” Rachel addressed him with a nod.
“Mr. Morrison, it is quite a lovely evening,” Tiffany added with a twinkling laugh that fit the character she was playing well.
“Please, Tiffany, call me Michael or Mike.”
“Sure,” Tiffany responded with a flirtatious smile.
“Please, sit, so we can have dinner,” Mike motioned to the chairs on his right and left for the ladies to occupy.
Once seated, Danielle wheeled a cart in and placed a covered plate in front of each of them. Mike removed the cover from his and the aroma of roasted chicken filled the air.
“Looks delicious,” Rachel said with a smile and turned to Danielle. “Thank you, Danielle.”
“You’re welcome, Miss,” Danielle responded with a small smile and a slight bow before hurrying out of the room.
“Rachel, darling, why must you continue to disregard my wishes?” Mike asked, his tone letting them all know he was irritated.
“Michael, darling, Danielle is a person not a robot and I will address her as such. I cannot dismiss her, or anyone, just because they are not from the same social status as we are.”
Mike sighed deeply and shook his head, “Rachel, just do what I ask, please.”
“Michael, let’s just enjoy dinner and discuss this later,” Rachel responded and looked down at her plate.
“Fine,” he agreed.
The next half hour passed in silence as they all savored the meal before them.
Once finished, Mike rose from the table and motioned for Rachel to do the same. “Tiffany, if you will excuse us please, I need to speak with Rachel alone.”
“Sure.” Tiffany responded and rose from the table as well. “I’ll be in my room when you’re finished, Rachel. We have some dress designs to look at.”
“I’ll be there shortly,” Rachel responded and followed Mike out of the dining room and into his office.
Once inside, Mike sat on the leather couch and motioned for Rachel to sit beside him. Once she was seated, Mike turned to her, “Why must you continuously disobey me?”
“You are not my fucking master and I am not a fucking dog. I am a person and I will voice my thanks for her hard work, and the hard work of anyone employed in this house, whenever I choose.:
“Do not cross me, Rachel,” Mike told her in a cold voice.
“Fuck off, Michael,” she responded and rose from the couch and walked to the bar. “Now, would you like your after-dinner drink? I have a sham of a wedding to plan.”
“You are treading on thin ice,” he told her as he watched her walk across the room.
“And you will catch me if it breaks because if anything happens to me before the wedding you get nothing,” she countered and smil
ed when he sighed.
“Just fix my drink and go plan the wedding,” he told her and pulled his phone from his pocket.
As he was looking at the screen she poured the contents of the bag into his glass before pouring the drink. After a quick stir to dissolve the powder, she walked to him and handed him the glass. “Enjoy.”
“Sit with me while I drink it,” he told her and she sat beside him, holding back laughter as he took the first drink.
She watched as he finished the drink and sat the glass on the table beside him. “Michael, kiss me,” she told him and he turned to her, his eyes glassy looking.
“Mmm, thought you’d never ask,” he told her and leaned over.
“Michael, I’m sorry I’ve been so difficult. Can we make peace and join the families finally?”
“Yes, baby,” he told her, his speech slurred slightly.
“Thank you, Michael,” she reached out and brushed her fingers across his cheek. “Now sleep and we will talk tomorrow.”
“Don’t wanna sleep,” he told her just before he laid back and closed his eyes.
When he started snoring softly Rachel grinned and rose from the couch. “Maybe not, but you don’t have a choice.”
Grinning from ear to ear, she left the office and headed upstairs.
“He asleep?” Tiffany asked as soon as Rachel topped the stairs.
“And snoring,” she answered and laughed. “Let me change and we can go. We should have a little over an hour once there to get things set up.”
“Hurry your ass up then. We need to leave in ten minutes.”
“I’ll be ready in five,” Rachel told her and disappeared into her room.
Five minutes later, Rachel walked out of her room wearing black jeans, a black shirt, and black heeled boots.
“Damn girl, you look hot,” Tiffany told her with a grin. “I’d do you.”
“Hell, I’d do me,” Rachel agreed with a grin. “Now let’s see if Kevin will take the bait.”
Tiffany chuckled as she followed Rachel down the stairs.
Forty minutes later, Tiffany parked her dark sedan at the edge of the junkyard and sighed. “You ready to do this?”
“I was born ready,” Rachel answered and opened the car door. “Now, let’s get this set up so we can rid the world of a cold-hearted son of a bitch.”
Chapter Eight
Kevin looked at the dark junkyard from across the street for half an hour before he pulled through the gate and turned the car off. He felt this was a setup, but knew it was his only chance to find out information to give to Morrison.
“Do or die time,” he murmured to himself before he opened his door and stepped out into the darkened junkyard.
“Morgan?” A soft voice asked from the shadows.
“Who are you?” He asked, trying to make out the face in the darkness.
“Someone who can help you out of the situation you’re in,” she answered and he sighed.
“Can you tell me your name?”
“Sure,” she answered and stepped from the shadows. “My name is Rachel.”
As soon as he saw the missing Manning sister he reached for his cell phone. “You’re supposed to be at Morrison Manor.”
“Yes, but she’s here,” Tiffany said from behind him as she pulled his cell phone from his hand. “You won’t be needing this.”
“What the hell?” He asked loudly just before Rachel hit him in the head with the butt of her gun.
“Let’s get him set up, shall we?” Tiffany asked with a devious grin.
“Oh, yes, definitely,” Rachel’s grin matched Tiffany’s.
They worked in silence for the next twenty minutes and once Kevin was securely strapped to an aluminum chair, stripped from the waist down, Tiffany dumped a bucket of icy water over his head to wake him up.
“Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty,” Rachel said with a giggle as Kevin started to stir.
“Where the fuck am I?” He asked as he opened his eyes and squinted.
“You’re in the last place you will ever see,” Rachel told him and grinned. “Take a good look around while you can.”
“What the fuck?” He yelled and tried to rise to his feet. “Untie me, bitch!”
“Not gonna happen,” Rachel replied with an evil smile. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Kevin, and bad boys get punished.”
“Bitch, I will kill you!”
“Oh, he’s threatening me, Tiffany. How cute is that?” Rachel asked and Tiffany laughed.
“Absolutely adorable,” Tiffany answered and chuckled. “Seriously, Kevin, how are you going to kill her? You’re strapped to a fucking chair.”
“Bitch!” He spat out and Rachel grinned.
“Oh, baby, I know I’m a bitch. Your boss took everything from me and now I intend to slowly return the favor,” she told him and grinned. “You, however, deserve everything you get even if you weren’t helping him try to destroy my family.”
Rachel walked out of his view for a moment before returning with a set of jumper cables. “Now, I won’t lie to you, this is going to hurt.”
Grabbing his nuts, she clamped one of the metal ends to his sack and clipped the other on the chair between his legs. His pain filled screams filled the emptiness around them and Rachel laughed.
“Scream all you want, sweetheart. There isn’t anyone around to hear you but us,” Tiffany told him as she walked over to the car beside the chair.
“Kevin, dear, does that hurt a little?” Rachel asked as she clamped the jumper cables to the battery of the car and Tiffany climbed inside.
“What are you doing?” Kevin asked, fear filling his voice.
“Just a little shock therapy, dear. Gotta get your infatuation with little girls out of you somehow,” Rachel answered and smiled a little.
“Hey, Rach, maybe you should tell him what he wants to know first,” Tiffany yelled as she slipped the key in the ignition.
“Good point,” Rachel yelled back and leaned in close to Kevin. “You can take this to hell with you. My sister is alive and we are going to destroy Morrison and everyone in his organization, your father included. Now, I’m going to remind you again, this is going to hurt.”
“Go to hell, bitch,” he told her in a cold voice.
“You first,” Rachel countered and took a step back, making sure she was well away from the water. “Now, Tiffany.”
Tiffany turned the key and the car turned over, but didn’t start. A small shock was sent to Kevin, causing him to scream violently.
“Please,” he said quietly. “Please don’t kill me.”
“Sweetie, we’re not only going to kill you. We are going to give you the shock of a lifetime,” Rachel told him as Tiffany tried starting the car again.
It fired up this time and Kevin’s screams echoed through the junkyard.
When they finally stopped, several moments later, Rachel was grinning from ear to ear. “That was beautiful.”
“It truly was,” Tiffany agreed as she climbed out of the car. “Now, let’s get out of here and call Ballard so he can pick up this piece of shit.
“Sounds like a plan,” Rachel agreed and followed Tiffany out of the garage they’d set up in. “That was a lot more fun than I ever thought killing someone could be. Maybe I am mafia material after all.”
“Girl, you always were, you just didn’t have a reason to be ruthless until now. Losing your entire family has that effect on people.”
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
“I am,” she replied and stopped walking. “My parents and brother were killed in a robbery when I was eleven. I was with my best friend and her family when it happened. My brother was only five at the time.”
“Did you know we had an older brother?” Rachel asked.
“I know. Your mother told me about him and about what happened when they hired me. It’s one of the reasons I was so keen on keeping you safe. No one needs to know that kind of pain.”
“Tiffany, you can
not dwell on the past or it will completely ruin your future.”
“I know, Rachel. I’m not dwelling on it as much as I’m using it as a survival tool.”
“Fair enough,” Rachel told her and started walking again. “Now let’s get out of here.”
“Good idea,” Tiffany agreed.
Once in the car, Tiffany called Ballard and told him where he could find Kevin. When she hung up she smiled at Rachel and drove back to the manor with a sense of joy filling the car.
Chapter Nine
“What’s going on?” David asked when he walked into the safehouse behind Chris.
“Patience,” Chris told him. “You’ll know everything in about thirty seconds.”
“Hello, brother,” Dakota said softly from behind him, causing him to turn around quickly.
“You’re alive,” David breathed out as tears filled his eyes and he stumbled back a few steps, grabbing the chair beside him for support. “I never thought I would see you again.”
“I’m alive and well,” Dakota told him with a crooked grin.
“You son of a bitch!” David yelled out as he punched Dakota square in the jaw. “You goddamn mother fucker.”
“I deserved that,” Dakota rubbed his jaw and grinned at his twin. “I’m sorry David. I couldn’t tell you sooner. I had to protect Lis and James.”
David looked over as a soft sigh sounded from his left. A smile split his face when he saw his brother’s fiancée standing in the doorway.
“Don’t hurt him too bad, David. He’s still recovering from bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder.”
“Elisabeth,” he breathed out and took the two steps needed to scoop her into his arms. “I never thought I would see you again.”
“I get a bruised jaw and my girl gets a bear hug? What the hell, man?” Dakota chuckled and David sat Lis on her feet.
“What the fuck happened?” David asked and Lis sighed.
“Let’s go into the kitchen and we will explain everything,” Lis told him.
David followed Lis into the kitchen and sat at the table. Once Lis, Dakota, and Chris were seated, Lis started talking.
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