Page 26 of Promise Kept

I look.

It’s Damien.

“Fuck you too,” I growl and turn to face him.

Julian grabs my left arm.

I turn and push him away.

I spin around to see Henri and Devyn staring at me, confused.

I run toward them.

Henri reaches out.

Devyn is ready to throw a fist.

“You let her in?” I call out. “You let her in on this? Are you all fucking crazy or what?”

Devyn takes a swing at me.

I get out of the way just in time.

Henri takes the chance to toss me toward the conference table.

I hit it with a thud.

Julian is practically on top of me.

“Let him up,” Aron says as he fixes his shirt. “Motherfucker. You want to come in here swinging?”

“Who made that ruling?” I growl. “You’re letting her in on this business?”

“Collect yourself,” Julian says.

“Get off me.”

He backs away.

I stand up and grab a chair.

I launch it across the room.

Something glass falls off a shelf and shatters.

“That’s enough!” Damien orders.

He opens his suit jacket to show off a gun.

I point and I laugh.

“What are you going to do? Shoot me? Huh? Want to have another funeral?”

The room is silent.

“Maybe a little context next?” Devyn asks.

I look at him. “Context? I want to know who voted to have her part of the business. And don’t ask who. You know who I’m talking about. She can’t be part of this. She’s just a…”

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